In history there are many a great irony. This takes the cake. My concerns of a nightmare scenario, where the artifact obliterates the entire building? They had a simple way of addressing it. Relocating us to an underground, blast protected lab. Notably, our fragile bodies are completely unprotected.
My crew has been disoriented by the move. I admit my less-than-enthused demeanor hasn’t done much to comfort them, but I digress.
We’re taking the day to settle in, a ‘gracious’ offer from ███████. The headache is neverending.
Getting a magical object to interface with Objectkind is easy. Well, not easy, but manageable for me with my experience. But if I were to do such a thing with this, it would result in rapid ██████ █████████. I don’t need to run any calculations to know that, just one look at the readings told me all I needed to know.
The first step is to somehow stabilize the power of this artifact.. It’s going to take a lot of brainstorming to figure this all out.
I have my work cut out for me.
I’ve been wracking my brain for days, trying to figure out how to address this issue. Unfortunately, my tensions came to a head today. I don’t recall what happened, I was… I wasn’t quite there. Call it a funk, cabin fever - whatever. I just couldn’t take it. All the people looking to me. Wanting orders from me. Depending on me. It was suffocating, it was nauseating. I don’t even recall what Gretchen said before I shouted at her, at everyone - to leave me alone, god leave me alone!
And in that moment I felt myself fall back, all too soon, into my surroundings. I saw my young lab aids, looking at me. Looking at me with shock. Disdain.
I took my kerchief from my pocket, and wiped my lip, covered in spit from my shouting. I excused myself and promptly walked away from the area. I quickly found myself in the rare safe haven of the lab - the bar.
From the cooler, I searched for something heavy, a whiskey. I’d been weening myself off of the stuff, but I needed something. I looked up at the television, playing something or other. A cooking show, a reality show, some news reports. I flipped between channels, just looking for something else to focus on.
Not 10 minutes later, I saw Gretchen step in. She asked if I was alright. How courteous she is, wondering how I am. She asked for permission to sit, and I told her of course.
After my clumsy apology, we had a discussion about family. I showed her some pictures of my beautiful children, my gorgeous wife. Gretchen, she lives with her parents. How she has to provide for them all on her own.
I stood up, and told Gretchen to tell the rest of the team to take the day off, and that we’d reconvene in the morning.
As I write this, I think I may have an idea for harnessing its power, although it is certainly unorthodox. I will take an all-nighter to develop the plan.
Demeanor is concerning. Exhibiting signs of paranoia. Up supply of █████████████.