Not much has happened today.
I had hoped for a response from Dr. Pickman, or from anyone else who may be reading this, but nothing. So I don’t know if I’m just screaming into the void here, if everything I am typing is just disappearing onto a server someone in the Miskatonic University Computer Sciences Building, or if people are actually seeing what I am typing. It looks like the former.
I thought about just stopping bothering with this, but Atiya has a point. If something happens to us, then this record may be the only thing that will let someone not on this ship know what happened to us. This won’t be a repeat of the Miskatonic from last year. No matter what happens, someone somewhere will know what happened.
So, Dr. Pickman, let people know.
Or… do you know what happened last year and you aren’t sharing that knowledge? I do need you to give me something here. How important is all of this?
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Outside of my existential concerns, not much happened today. We finally got through the storm line and back into sunny skies, which improved the general morale. I did give my presentation this evening, with Donnie and Reiko assisting. We talked about the mathematics of tracking DNA spread through populations, but we lost most of the audience as soon as the first equation appeared on the screen. I wasn’t surprised. We didn’t even have the weather to drive people into the cafeteria, and even I had to admit that zebrafish migration patterns were less interesting sounding than the discovery of ‘Atlantis.’
Come on, which one is more likely to get airtime on the History Channel, much less a real news outlet. Yeah, I thought so.
Anyway, it was a bit of a wasted day. We’ll get to Paloma in three days. At least we can do something there.