“This is Tyro Bane, chief of the genetics division on Observation Platform 86-Alpha, specializing in humanoid xenobiology. This is day one of an undetermined amount aboard this station . . .”

[The voice is clear, though slightly wavering. No other ambient noise can be heard.]

“As luck would have it, I found a spare holo-recorder not too long after I boarded. Unfortunately, it seems to have been damaged and will not record video, though the voice recorder seems to be functioning perfectly. It will have to do for now. This station gives me the creeps already, and it was just built. I don’t even know what work we’re supposed to be doing, only that we were sworn into secrecy. Something tells me that I will regret getting involved in this project. I don’t have much else to add as I have just arrived on the station. Work starts tomorrow though, so I anticipate that my future will be much more interesting.”

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“Day five. My colleagues scoff at my journals, calling them unnecessary and other negative things.”

[A sigh, conveying a weariness seemingly directed towards his colleagues.]

“I don’t care though, for it keeps me busy at night when I cannot sleep, which is often. Per the agreement I made with our benefactors, I cannot reveal much about our work here, so some of my ramblings may be a bit vague. It is my hopes that these recordings will one day be of some use to someone, which is another reason for me making them. Our work so far has been mostly activities that are common to a fledgling genetics program, a mix of administrative and actual genetics. I honestly don’t see why we must be doing these things. We aren’t even the slightest bit experienced in administrative aspect of our operations, which leads to a multitude of mistakes and errors. This sets us back quite a bit, though just how much we have fallen behind the ‘schedule’ remains to be seen. Only time will tell, I guess.”

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“Day eighteen. I hate this place. I hate my colleagues. I hate everyone aboard. It’s like they are all out to make my life a living hell. Whether it’s requiring me to sift through thousands of papers that could be done by a menial janitor or insisting that I come work out a solution to a problem that has been plaguing them for days, I am constantly on the move and away from my own work and research. It becomes quite maddening at times and I am slightly ashamed to admit that I snapped at a young man who came to bring yet another command. I know it wasn’t his fault, but he set me over the edge. I need a break from this. I think I may ask to step down from my position as head, though I doubt my request will even be processed, much less accepted. We’re still on the setup phase that should have ended a week ago, yet there seems to be no end in sight. I still don’t even know what kind of genetics work I’m going to be doing. Most of the work that I’m supposed to be doing is my own personal work because our benefactors told me to do whatever kind of work I wanted until they started us on the true work. I’m going to end this journal here, before I work myself back into a rage.”

[A lengthy sigh is heard, then a click and then nothing.]

OOC:

Rather short, I know, but I will continually update this thead with more "recordings" as I write them.