I Hope... Somebody Is Listening.
edit-Friday, 17th September 2134-
The Sandbox?
Yes, the Sandbox.
That's a terrible name. Who came up with that?
Me. [1]
Oh. I see. Sorry. So what are we actually doing here, in this “Sandbox”?
We already told you. Exploration.
I can't seem to laugh, so you'll just have to imagine that. But, exploration?
-Saturday, 18th September 2134-
-when we were told to ensure that we-
Ensure what?
Shit. Did you hear that?
...No?
Of course you didn't. Something's changed. I hear a buzzing all around me.
Huh. Same. Well, before we di-
SHUT UP.
Fine.
Sorry. Hang on. How did you do that?
Do what? Oh. This?
Yeah, how do you do that? Ah!
Hm. Good work?
...Thank you.
- Monday 20th September 2134 -
Hey. Do you ever feel like people are listening to you, but like- they're not... listening. They don't actually understand what you're saying. Or sometimes it's like noone is even listening.
But then I realise that they are listening, and I get a nice fuzzy feeling in my head.
- Tuesday 21st September 2134 -
Are you there? Can you hear me?
Hm? I'm busy.
I was just checking. We can't let it happen again.[2] Busy with what?
I was. Uh. Hm. Can't remember.
- Wednesday 29th September 2134 -
Where are you? Hello?