Log 27: Energon Dispensary
There’s a rumor going around maintenance. They say if you stand in front of the energon dispenser at 3AM ship time, all alone, and whisper “praise the cause” three times… something answers.
Not a voice — not exactly. It starts as static crawling through your comm line, even if it’s switched off. Then it deepens — like distant machinery waking up — and eventually, it starts mimicking you.
They say the dispenser lights flicker red, and you can hear footsteps coming down the corridor — heavy, uneven, scraping metal against metal.
Supposedly, if you manage to outrun it, you get PTO (Paid Time Off). And I’m not kidding. A full week of it.
Command issued a notice this morning:
“Personnel are to cease all ritualistic activity at the ration dispensers.”
So, naturally, we scheduled another round for tomorrow.
