Off-Planet transmission 003: aristocracy_opiates_cosplay

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003: aristocracy_opiates_cosplay The third session commenced in open conflict, with B accusing A of larceny. The heated exchange substantiates my hypothesis that our ability to subtly manipulate time and space, and the objects within it, intensifies the volatility of their domicile. Historically, chaotic atmospheres yield rich seams to mine for emotional response data. B displayed further delusional behaviour, this time convincing himself he was a 19th century physician. A encouraged this for his own amusement. The hallucination initiated a confab around snake oil remedies, I can only pray they won’t be tempted to create their own onboard given the limited selection of ingredients. Talk of artificially intelligent overlords concerns me: was this merely a coincidence or are they becoming more resistant to reality suppressants? Dictating their own social standing in such a remote and desolate region of space is unprecedented, how can they be so fearful of lacking individuality and status despite being in such a unique and enviable position? A’s preference for the lower decks is worrisome, what exactly is he getting up to beyond the periphery of our surveillance systems? Their reminiscence about 20th century automobiles inspired my proposal for next quarter’s Activity Day: perhaps we could allow them to pilot the pod, under strict supervision of course. It should give them some much needed perspective and discipline, and I am fairly confident their motor skill reconstruction has progressed to a level that will meet minimum safety guidelines. Triggered by a question about cosplaying, they delved deep into the topics of caricatures and impressionists. Feelings of a change to or loss of identity are common for those who have been isolated for so long: ordinarily subjects will either endure and return to relative normality, or a complete fracture of the mind will occur. I will monitor this with interest. The stowaway lifeform is now reproducing. If C.A.W is once again unsuccessful on its next seek and destroy mission, I will have no choice but to venture into the dank depths to deal with it myself. Signed, An Observer Intermission: Tin Soldier Canister 2 by Jack Lancaster