April 9th, 2552 Cross Currents
Tow Truck Driver/Schroedinger’s Kat/ – Katherine ‘ConV’ James Reporting
Remember how I said things weren’t making sense— well, today that whole, “let’s assign a team to research the phenomena and put them on the least stable ship in the fleet – the one we use when we’re afraid something might blow up so we don’t kill everyone” attitude is\ really grating on my nerves.
Of course, that may have more to do with the minor incident in environmental control this morning, where we all were breathing toxic some, things like that do tend to make me cranky.
Once we got things sorted and repaired, I had some serious questions on the matter and I really didn’t care who I talked to.
It was argued that we were following proper security protocol, I mean, people can’t talk if there’s no-one to talk to. They were at least sort of listening and they did arrange to send everyone else back— except a skeleton team including me, some of the mechanics, Fipps and Tower.
Oh, and the Gumbos of course needed to stay. – I understand the need to preserve them, I understand the need to be able to compare them and I understand how important they are, but the first thing I’d do is do a full scan of both ships, put them in VR and go from there.
I mentioned that to Tower and he warned me to keep that under my hat. He feels it too. Something is wrong here. I can feel it and it’s only getting worse.