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Log Entry: Senior Technician Grelnash, Outpost ZZ-113 (Puce Quadrant), 9410.11.28
I am promised demotion.
Savoring this happy possibility, despite bleak present. Unsure of I’s trust in promises of Base Administrator.
Upon immigration to ZZ-113, Administrator assigns I to Technician duty. No doubt sees I’s high competence rating based on pre-Seed experience. Incomplete narrative.
I spawned near shipyards of Fzzt escape fleet, spent first 800 vree of current existence working on machines. Machines speak to I, their complexities transparent. Problem = machines hate I. Feeling reciprocal. Each day an ordeal: problems with no permanent solutions, maddening tedium. Constant suspicion of I’s substandard performance, disappointment of pals. Pals assure me opposite is true.
Marti Mazewski = Terran female duty pal. Meaningful communications ensue frequently. Demotion first suggested by she during exchange of compassions at The Rusty Killbot. Alcohol intake fails to allay frustrations.
I climbed into Base Seed pod 200 vree ago. Only possession was Gwarlek, favored animal toy (Centauri Cuddle Beest) of I’s youth interval. Marti Mazewski understands frequently but Gwarlek understands always. Some rest intervals spent overcome with [translator best fit] -=misery=-.
Demotion from Technician duty strongly desired - Administrator promises to consider. Demotion to Miner duty I’s suggested possibility. Enduring dream of I to commune with vastness of cosmos while extracting valuable resources for good of Outpost ZZ-113.
Surely suffering is finite. I await.