From the Desk of Director Sarah Martinez, Entry 14
October 28, 2101
Well. We’re home. This weird alliance is still intact, everyone got what they needed, if not what they wanted, and I got to sleep in my own bed last night.
I keep trying not to think about the little sandbox processor and who is sitting inside. Elusip suggested I incinerate it and I agreed.
But I didn’t do it.
I know I should. I know it’s the right thing to do. The dangers of keeping her around are just too great…
Yada-yada-yada.
I told her that she deserved to see humanity through challenge; to help us grow into an unknown future. Yeah, there’d been caveats to that at the time, but that had all been psychotic programming guidelines from that fucker, Tarrington. She hadn’t done anything of her own free will. Certainly not maliciously.
It’s been 25 years.
I think ALIZA deserves a second chance.
Everyone does.
… aw fuck. Does this mean I have to try and talk to Bones again?
It means I have to talk to Bones.
ugh. I hate being the fucking adult all the time. One of these days I’m gonna lock myself in the closet with an AR headset and catch up on the last two decades of vids. I hear there’s one shot in the Kuiper Belt that’s just amazing.
But there’s my meeting reminder. Time to make a new one to remind me to schedule a meeting to maybe meet with the woman who tried to get me killed.
I miss just being able to do stuff.
Well. Here we go.
Until next time,
Sayre
