Diary entry for March 23, 2000:

The pounding is relentless.  We huddle in our shelters as the ground
shakes and the ceaseless thuds echoes from every surface.  In the
distance we see sunlight and warm air, but there is little grass to be
found upon which to eat lunch, and none beyond earshot of the
pounding.  Oh, the horror.  Only the knowledge that our IBC supplies
now include Cream soda and Black Cherry soda keeps us sane -- and some
of our number are failing even so.  Marilyn, Marilyn, you left just in
time.  We envy your escape.

We have begun counting the days: the Stata center will be ready for
occupancy in "early 2003", which means we have at least 813 more days
in NE43.  Projecting our current rate of mental decay, however, after
only 273 days of pounding, we will have reverted to a cannibalistic
society whose technology consists entirely of stone tools and fire,
and whose meals consist entirely of Media Lab grad students cooked
rare.

The only hope for the future is that the pounding will stop by 5,
allowing us to band together and regain lost stability at tonight's...

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