March 31st, 2552 Limbo
Tow Truck Driver/Schroedinger’s Kat/ – Katherine ‘ConV’ James Reporting
This is what hell feels like. The only thing worse than arguing bureaucratic red tape with the brass is arguing scientific paradox theories with a bunch of engineers and scientists, and I’ve got both.
All I want to do is do my job, but I’m not allowed. The engineers say I can’t work on the ship because I might change the time-line, which if you ask me is why the ship was left here in the first place. I can’t take any risks because I can’t die before I leave the ship on Dancer’s Retreat, but if you ask me, and no on is, it’s kinda obvious that I won’t die before I leave the Gumbo 5.7, because we found the ship.
Fipps tried to explain some theory involving a cat and a box where there’s no way of knowing if the cat is dead or alive at any given moment unless you open the box, so until then the cat is both alive and dead. He didn’t like my reasoning that maybe it’s the other way, that that cat is neither dead nor alive and can function as such.
The end result is the same, but perhaps instead of being both, I’m neither – I’m between here and then and there is a lot of life in between.
If I am dead, then they can stop watching me and I can get on with living my life.
Their final answer is ‘you just don’t understand,’ which roughly translates into ‘Sit down, shut up, we’ll call when we want you.
Fine, two can play at that game.
And right on cue, Tower showed up before I could do anything stupid. He suggested I tell it to the heavy bag. As much as I hate to admit it, it was probably the wisest option available.