command told us to “label everything” for safety reasons. so we did. now the entire maintenance deck looks like an overenthusiastic human office.

(mostly we're just wasting supplies as vengeance for the pay cut)

we labeled:

the vents (“DO NOT ENTER, SENTIENT”)

the coolant pipes (“SAD, BUT TRYING”)

My blaster (“Gary, my favorite human name”)

16 / 16 / 16...

Message follows: The Traveller finds their wings. Fly to us, and claim your place among the stars... I'd assume I'm the Traveller. That's what I've been called a couple times. Hm.

Juggling these two experiments in two different sectors has truly been a struggle. I’ve sent in a request to our Grand-Commander for 4b to move sectors. She hasn't gotten back to me though, so I assume it will be a while. When I informed my colleagues about my decision, they breathed a sigh of relief.