March 20th,
2037
0900
Dear Space
Diary.
Well, THAT
was an eventful couple of days. 30 separate chemicals that had to be concocted,
manufactured, and assembled. The adventures we want on. The perilous dangers
that ensued. The daring escapes, the bravery (mainly by yours truly). The nail
biting excitement.
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Just
kidding, it was three days of sitting in a lab being bored and pretending to
know what Mary meant when she said things like “What an interesting atomic
structure!”
I still have
a little difficulty readjusting my mental image of Mary from 18 year old know
nothing to 40 year old know everything, but she still feels far more like Mary
than Mary 2.0 ever did.
Speaking of,
Mary still isn’t talking to me about that. Waving me away with her need to keep
working, or when I pressed the issue too far, with a well-aimed beaker, she’s
remained silent.
Fair enough
I guess, but I still have to wonder the reasoning behind cloning her. She’s an
undeniable genius now, but, with all due respect she was a little below the
average when she first left. And if she was headed to Mars, she would have had
a lot less reading time.
I also have
to wonder… where are all the other ones? I presume they made more than two. So
where are they?
Hmm.
Mary hasn’t
woken up yet, which is why I’m wondering this aloud without being hit with
anything. In fact she’s only just gone to bed, she was up all night finishing
the last few ingredients. Now the fuel is being mixed and combined with the
rocks (plus a great deal more she prepared earlier) to produce an extremely
large silo of fuel.
Which
fortunately, I don’t have to carry. Much like the ship’s water supply, the fuel
will then be compacted down into a small tank (About the same size of a medium sized
Labrador, apparently), making it much easier to carry around, or given it’ll
still be somewhat heavy, roll around.
I’m pretty
worn out after the last three days. At least now I can kick back and -
“Ugh. Can
you stop talking please. I’m trying to sleep.”
…I think I
might go for a walk.
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Been walking
for hours, but once I realised where I wanted to go I just couldn’t stop until
I’d seen it.
The city is
behind me now in the distance.
The pit must
be just on the other side of that hill.
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They have
been busy, haven’t they.
The
lightdogs have put in a structure in the middle of the pit, almost like an oil
rig. A central staircase spirals deep into the pit, with several buildings
suspended around the central pillar.
Machines all
along the walls, but I can’t see them properly.
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This is
massive. Amazing that they built it all so fast. There’s computers and
everything.
And… oh my
God. Lining the walls, in their thousands are…
Thousands of
Marys.
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