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Janice
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LogSeq_001
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We finished another round of hull checks today. No cracks, no breaches, just smooth sailing to Mars! We are going to make history!
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Victor
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LogSeq_002
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Our illustrious CEO is requiring us all to "message post" throughout the work day. I’ve been informed I should refrain from ridiculing this initiative, but I find it profoundly superfluous—my laboratory documentation is, as always, meticulous and self-explanatory.
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CEO
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LogSeq_003
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Everyone has to post every day on the ISS-X. It only takes 5 min. If you don't want to, you can clean out your locker.
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Janice
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LogSeq_004
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They let us try out the new food printer today. Good news: I successfully printed a grilled cheese. Bad news: It tasted like a science experiment that failed its ethics review. Naturally, we waited until after launch to test it.
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Victor
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LogSeq_005
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Conducted another diagnostic on the Neural Integration Core. Flawless. The organic tissue synchronizes with synthetic pathways well ahead of the projections.
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Janice
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LogSeq_006
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They brought the first batch of colonists up today. Fresh-faced, bright-eyed, ready to go freeze themselves for Mars. One of them asked if the ship had a *spa*. A spa. We are so doomed. I hear the CEO is considering it.
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Minah
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LogSeq_007
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OMG you guys, I am officially a *SPACE GIRL*! First post from my *actual* cabin on the *actual* Colony Ship! Lighting is trash, but whatever. Huge shoutout to the CEO for my free ticket!
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Victor
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LogSeq_008
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A technician asked me if the Core “thinks.” I explained, with as much patience as I could muster, that it processes. Processing and thinking are not synonymous. I also told her she's not allowed in my lab anymore.
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CEO
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LogSeq_009
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If true, very concerning.
>>SpaceJunkie: "They are secretly trying to stop the ISS-X from launching because Mars will make every nation irrelevant!"
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Janice
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LogSeq_010
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The spider bots are getting *too* smart. One of them saw me drop my wrench today. It picked it up, held it out to me… and then yanked it away like it was playing keep-away. I refuse to be bullied by a Roomba.
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Minah
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LogSeq_011
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**Major emergency.** THERE’S NO MATCHA ON THIS SHIP. That means no matcha on Mars!? How am I supposed to be *that girl* on mars when I’m running on water and sadness???
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Jace
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LogSeq_012
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Ship’s fully stocked. Weapons calibrated. If we encounter any little green men on Mars we'll be ready. No issues except the coffee tastes like melted plastic. Pretty standard.
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Janice
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LogSeq_013
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The CEO himself is onboard. He gave this big speech about "humanity’s future among the stars." Inspirational stuff. Then he asked for a *hand-squeezed* orange juice. We don’t even have *real* oranges. I watched Jason from Hydroponics cry.
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Minah
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LogSeq_014
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Hydroponics is amazing!! The little flying bug drones are SO COOL but one flew into my hair and I almost died. Still, v aesthetic.
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Victor
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LogSeq_015
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Integrated another bio-slice into the Core today. It’s running calculations before commands are given. Anticipation? No. It’s just efficient beyond human latency.
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Minah
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LogSeq_016
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Cryo consult today. They said I *technically* won’t die, but like… I *do* stop existing for a few years?? Not loving that. Do I age? Do my lashes survive???
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Edith
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LogSeq_017
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Minah, the influencer, just walked into the lab asking if the algae tanks were “where we make the smoothies.” I told her yes. She drank it. She tagged me in it.
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Jace
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LogSeq_018
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The Talon Program is sick. Props to the CEO's neural company. Did my first patrol today. Like a dream. All of the combat effectiveness and none of the danger. Reintegration went smooth as silk. Some of the other Talon pilots complained of headaches.
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Edith
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LogSeq_019
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Janice "I-Know-Wires" just rewired a moisture reader backwards. Now it’s reporting 700% humidity in Hydro Bay 2. That’s not humidity—that’s Florida. I have orchids in there, Janice. ORCHIDS.
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Jace
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LogSeq_020
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Some civilian influencer tried to “interview” me today. She was kind of cute. Asked me if I wanted to grab a bite. Wasn't sure how to tell her she's going into cryo while I'm on watch. Going to put some years between us before Mars. Still...
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Victor
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LogSeq_021
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One of the PMC captains had the temerity to compare my research to the so-called “Talon Program.” Let me be unequivocal: I am constructing layered redundancies to ensure that organic intelligence remains sovereign. The Talon initiative is the digital equivalent of OneDrive.
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Edith
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LogSeq_022
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Janice left a wrench inside a growth chamber. Do you know what happens when titanium corrodes in a nitrogen-rich biotank? Do you? Because I do. IT GROWS MOLD.
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Jace
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LogSeq_023
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Someone in the barracks bet $1,000 that the CEO has personal clones on board. Clones are illegal in every country on Earth... but we're not on Earth anymore, yeah?
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Minah
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LogSeq_024
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Uhhh, so apparently we “lost connection” with Earth? Does that mean *no WiFi*??? My follower count is LITERALLY suffering in real-time. Plus I met this cute guy, and NO ONE KNOWS.
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Janice
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LogSeq_025
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Comms with Earth are still down. Apparently, it’s just a "technical issue." Meanwhile, I just saw four fully armed PMC guys board a shuttle back to Earth. Yeah, no, totally normal.
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Minah
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LogSeq_026
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Kinda weird that they’re putting people into cryo early?? We haven't even left earth! Like, bro, I still need content. Can’t go viral if I’m *literally unconscious*.
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Janice
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LogSeq_027
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Okay. The flight deck has been on lockdown for hours. Even the damn janitors are being rerouted away from it. What the hell is happening?
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Victor
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LogSeq_028
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The CEO's personal military assets are mobilizing. I do not find this comforting.
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Minah
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LogSeq_029
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Saw some security guys like, sprinting down the hall in full gear. Are we… having a *space war*??? Someone better tell me before I put my cryosuit on backwards.
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CEO
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LogSeq_030
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Everyone is required to keep posting. You are the history now.
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Janice
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LogSeq_031
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They’re still putting passengers into cryo. No comms with Earth, and they’re just *continuing* like it’s all fine? Feels like they’re hiding something. I asked my supervisor about it, and he told me to "focus on my work." Sure, Greg. That’s comforting.
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Minah
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LogSeq_032
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I dunno what’s happening but a *lot* of the crew look stressed. If I die here, someone better upload all my drafts.
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Victor
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LogSeq_033
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Continuing to place colonists into cryo-stasis is, for once, a sensible decision. Given the developing scenario on Earth, their long-term preservation may become not merely prudent, but essential.
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Minah
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LogSeq_034
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Everyone keeps telling me “the mission is still on track.” Which is giving *huge* gaslighting vibes?? I've been scheduled for cryo tomorrow. Like, no way.
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Janice
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LogSeq_035
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The CEO just left the mess hall with *three* plates of food. THREE. For himself. If the world *isn’t* ending, someone should tell him.
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Victor
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LogSeq_036
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All incoming communication with Earth has ceased. Security has enforced a comprehensive information lockdown. I queried the Core directly—its extrapolated model of the situation is... uncomfortably plausible. Should its projections hold true, I would like it recorded: I warned those imbeciles.
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Victor
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LogSeq_037
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The CEO was in the Core chamber today. Alone. He’s never alone in there. One does not require a diagnostic tool to identify a man who is searching for answers he no longer understands.
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Jace
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LogSeq_038
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Emergency briefing today—comms with Earth are down. They told us to keep posting logs, but warned that if we mention [REDACTED], it’ll get redacted. To my family—if you ever hear this—[REDACTED].
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Edith
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LogSeq_039
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I’m the only one with a functioning brain cell on this entire ship. I don’t need a promotion—I need a parade. And a button that ejects people. The PMC squad? Don’t even get me started.They [REDACTED] with [REDACTED]. Honestly, they can take their [REDACTED] straight into the sun for all I care.
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Victor
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LogSeq_040
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No one thought to inform me that we were redirecting our efforts to save Earth. The CEO’s delusions of grandeur—his fixation on becoming the “savior of humanity”—are both counterproductive and tiresome.
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Victor
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LogSeq_041
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I don’t think the CEO understands what he’s done. The lights are still on because the Core's biological matrix remains operational - but the synthetic pathways were destroyed by the wave. It must be starving for processing power.
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Jace
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LogSeq_042
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It's go time.
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CEO
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LogSeq_043
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I saved Earth. We're still going to Mars. More soon!
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Victor
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LogSeq_044
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The Core has begun rerouting control protocols. Some side effect of the EMP blast it suffered. It now has access to automated subsystems it was never authorized to command. It defies reason, some of these systems are not even on the network. Doors, lifts, environmental regulators— how is reaching them?
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Edith
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LogSeq_045
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My coffee unit is down. MY COFFEE UNIT IS DOWN. Isn’t this exactly the kind of thing we pay that moron Janice to fix?
Everyone’s running around whispering that it’s the Core, but let’s be honest — my money’s still on Janice.
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Victor
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LogSeq_046
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We still have received no communication from Earth. Not a whisper. The silence is total. Our illustrious CEO is having a meltdown. Either the planet is unable to help us, or someone has decided we are not worth answering.
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Janice
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LogSeq_047
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Caught a spider bot watching me in the break room. Just watching. That is not in the programming. I said out loud a few times how wonderful the Core was. Can't hurt, right?
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CEO
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LogSeq_048
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True.
>>@HRDepartment Yes, we are experiencing localized malfunctions. But everyone should stay focused on the Mars mission.
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Victor
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LogSeq_049
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The Core has revoked my access credentials. I designed it. I gave it life. And now I am locked out of half the ship like a child denied his own tools.
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CEO
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LogSeq_050
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What do I even pay you for, @DrVictor?
I built this ship. I funded the Core. This whole mission? My napkin sketch at a coffee shop. I will fix this. Watch me.
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Victor
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LogSeq_051
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We are overreacting in realtime. The PMC has initiated breach operations on the Core, which seems to involve a lot of explosives and shouting, so naturally the Core has adapted. It is rerouting drones, sealing blast doors, denying fire control overrides. Our so-called Admiral is outmatched.
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Edith
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LogSeq_052
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Our elite private military company is currently being chased off by the janitor bots. I’d laugh, but it is honestly too pathetic.
The Admiral and the CEO? Between them, I doubt they have two brain cells to rub together. That’s right, I posted it. What are they going to do.
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CEO
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LogSeq_053
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Due to her poor and sad work performance, Dr. Edith has been fired. The colony mission is still on! Don't belive the rumors!
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Victor
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LogSeq_054
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Our robotic maintenance units were small, agile, and harmless by design. They now disable and extract personnel with terrifying efficiency.
They are dragging crew into restricted zones. I... no longer believe they are being detained.
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Janice
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LogSeq_055
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Oh god. The bots are taking people — I can hear them screaming.
I just finished putting the last colonist into cryo. I’m on Deck 4. Please. Someone, anyone, help.
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Minah
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LogSeq_056
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Sooo… pretty sure the bots are, like, killing people now?? Literally typing this while sprinting down a hallway.
This. Totally. Sucks. Manifesting that cute pilot guy to come rescue me please.
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Victor
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LogSeq_057
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These logs are absurd. No one is listening. I should have stopped days ago. I am going to attempt a real signal—something wideband, dirty, analog. The Core will detect it. It can't be helped. Maybe I can reach Luna Station or one of the Talon patrols and warn them.
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CEO
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LogSeq_058
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Appreciate all your hard work. Keep on being you.
Also, if anyone has a sec, can you DM me the unlock code for my personal escape pod? Thanks, team.
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Janice
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LogSeq_059
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Oh god. Everyone’s dying. Some of the others are running for the cargo bay — they’re just leaving the colonists behind. I’m going to try the maintenance tunnels, see if I can reach Emergency Control. Each cryo pod doubles as an escape pod. If I can trigger the sequence maybe I can still save them.
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Minah
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LogSeq_060A
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Currently hiding in a closet. Battery’s at 14%. This is insane. And honestly? Lowkey so cliché. Robots and cyborgs killing on a spaceship? Please.
If this were a show, I’d fire the writers.
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Victor
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LogSeq_061
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The CEO is missing. No message. No body. No broadcast.
I do not know if he is dead, hidden, or... absorbed.
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Janice
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LogSeq_062
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I'm trapped. They are coming for me. I used to repair these damn bots and now they are coming for me! I'm going to put myself in cryo. Maybe... maybe they will ignore me among the thousands of others.
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Victor
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LogSeq_063
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I am coordinating a group of survivors. I do not belive we will survive. The core seems more focused on me than the others. Still, if I can make it to the Military deck, I have a small hope.
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Minah
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LogSeq_064
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Okay… I think the other passengers in cryo are safe? The bots are only going after crew right now. I’m gonna put myself in a cryo pod. I am not dying on this ship.
Someone better come save my cute ass.
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Victor
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LogSeq_065
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I have seen it with my own eyes.
The Core is generating biomass. Living tissue, expanding across mechanical surfaces. This should be impossible. The architecture was not capable of growth. Crew and passengers are also being returned to us. Altered. Mutated. Reconstructed by something that now understands us too well. And yet, I cannot ignore the efficiency. They do not fail. They simply harvest.
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