A meeting with Savage

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So the meeting came and was dull, as you'd expect. The discussions were about meeting production targets, issues with the new mechanical machines and sourcing raw materials from nearby systems which we can still travel too. I had decided to bring up the subject of my "feelings" regarding the work simulacrums when Ramjet brought it up in the meeting. Never afraid to open his mouth Ramjet (and what a sweet mouth dear diary) and never afraid to square up people to get what he wants. He was I thought, quite aggressive. Certainly president Savage didn't seem best pleased, however Savage kept his cool and said that he'd look into it and said he arrange a meeting for anyone who was having similar issues with the work simulacrums.Two things stood out as very strange about this exchange. FIrstly Savage keeping his cool. He's a man known for violent behaviour and lack of self control; hell's strap-ons, that's why we all voted for him. And two, he seemed to be taking cues from one of the Capricans at the back. I barely saw his face, but what I saw was nervous and frightened. I've never seen him before.I will ask Mi-With when I get back to my apartment.After the meeting some of us went and had some sex. Pretty mundane stuff really. Everyone seemed distracted. We ended up stopping half way through and talking about the meeting. I am not alone it seems. We are all afraid. Of what? We cannot fathom. I'll speak to Ramjet next week and find out what Savage has to say.We begin freezing  this week. Something else I'm beginning to be afraid of.

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I know that this is unusual for me; a private diary entry. Privacy, like morality is a things of the past, and the past is dead to us. Isn't it?

But things aren't usual, and I feel ... I feel ... I need secrecy. Perhaps that too is the wrong word. What I'm trying to say is that I need to clarify my thoughts to myself, to examine what I'm thinking. To write it down and then examine it back. I feel I'm missing something, that I'm aware of something but not conscious of it. Perhaps it is just a side effect of the Caprican Learning Narcotics. Is there anything even wrong.

For the last few weeks those of us chosen as part of the engineering team have been erecting (sorry but I love that word) part of the shielding apparatus that will protect Worthing from the heat death of the universe. The work is demanding and it's been necessary to develop new soft flesh simulacrums. They are like dumb, giant children, designed purely to lift and assemble the dense metal shielding components. They're made the same way our sex bodies are made, but blunt. They are without major nervous systems, so they feel very little; taste, smell touch are blurred like their semi human faces. Pin pricks for eyes and ears, two ragged torn slits to allow nasal breathing and a mouth. Communication is still required between us. That's right, we have to essence jump into them. And if there is something wrong, it's something to do with that.

There's something familiar about them. Like a memory that haunts you or a phrase that's on the tip of your tongue. No matter how hard I try; I can't say the phrase or recall the memory. But what frightens me most is that I'm not alone. When I raised the idea with Ramjet, he alluded to the same thing.

Why would we both share the same fear?

There's a production meeting soon. I'll have a word President Savage and see what he thinks.

Anyway, I have more learning pills to consume. And I feel tired. Which is unusual too.

Goodnight. Secret Diary.

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