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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