Yep, things are weird. I expected weird, but I mostly expected green people with bald heads and huge eyes weird. I’ve got a whole different crate of weird going here. Like, for example, I wanted to figure out why the D&G wing melted down, right?
Olivia wouldn’t let me.
ELECTRIC SHOCK wouldn’t let me. We figured out the tanners in the pods got cranked up to “bake,” which is weird that there’s even a setting that high, but whatevs, Gated Galaxies, you do you. Anyway, I was trying to get to the circuits, but every time I did, she just said, “It’s not my fault” and blocked me. She wouldn’t tell me where the problem was, and when I tried to follow the lines, I got zapped!
The only one who can get answers out of her seems to be our shirtless hacker, Leet. That’s a little creepy too. If she had hands, I’m pretty sure she’d be the one who took his shirts.
Anyway, we’ve lost a bunch of rich folks—Olivia says it’s about 5 percent who got toasted just after launch. Speaking of rich folks, Colin seemed to know a lot of them, or at least their names. And I’m pretty sure I saw him either crying or giggling over the list. But hey, with that accent, he’s totally working class, so maybe he cleaned their chimneys or something.
Meanwhile, I’m still looking for the proper manuals for the ship. I mean, I totally shouldn’t be here — I never finished Basic Training. Hell, I didn’t even get through the pre-training video, and it’s only 11 minutes of bad music and “you can do it,” “are you feeling juicy?!” rah rah team-building crap. I found an ancient Mandarin <> Modern English dictionary, but the only manual in ancient Mandarin is the one that explains how to open the windows, which probably won’t be all that useful. It took me almost a week to figure out the first sentence, which seems to be “season with brine and fugu,” but I could have that wrong.
不要打开他妈的窗户，你这个白痴。
Anyway, the passenger manifest is below. If nothing else, their families should have some record of what happened to them. Maybe not the truth, though. I mean…. ending up on the windshield of a spacecraft is a bit…what’s the word? gouache.
More soon. Ish.
Captain out.
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