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Entry 3
Location: Moon AT-5
I just want to live… is that so wrong?
There have been fires. Small ones most likely due to the mediocre material that is this metal tomb. When the first one ignited, I hadn’t even noticed it. I was engrossed with my task, pressing the buttons to achieve the end goal. I often become lost in the numbing routine. This far down, I don’t even have the luxury to get pissed off at the speaker on the wall, telling me how my actions have affected others in incomprehensible ways.
My actions were going to save everyone. Nobody left alive believes me.
Even with the mindless tasks and the silence in these depths, I don’t appreciate the fires. Would’ve been fine with the endless weight of the blood ocean around me and imminent death that seeks me. One more thing after another it seems.