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It's dark, and the Lung is leaking. Simon's probably hundreds of fathoms deep at this point, so there's nothing he can do about it, and on top of everything else he's running out of air.
The longer he spends down there, the more certain he becomes that this isn't just the test run for this vessel. The logbook is worn – too worn, surely, for someone to have just been flipping through it while putting it together for the first time. The equipment looks battered, as if it has seen heavier use than it should have done, even if it had been salvaged from elsewhere.
Simon hates it.
Being the test dummy for this thing is already an ominous enough position for him to be in, so what horrible truth are they using that lie to cover up? What could be so bad that they would consider telling him that he was the first one to use this vessel a better alternative?
Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he's reading into things too much. Or maybe, he's just as big a part of this experiment as any sample might be.
He's sure he saw something down there. Maybe, he's supposed to be bait.