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The things that happen while you're napping, hmm? Not often do I sleep for that long. Through a plague, anyway.

I did ask the Admiral directly about the possibility of returning inmates to life, with what I felt were reasonable stipulations that warden items, if there was a warden available, would be alerted. There was no response. Or perhaps there was and I wasn't aware for it- I woke up to shrunken hallways and minimized furniture in the common rooms of each floor. [He doesn't sound very amused, and would be entirely unsurprised if this was the case. He has poor experiences with people operating spaceships.] Still, from the reactions of longer term passengers, it seems as though that just happens here sometimes.

Recent discussion of incarceration has reminded me of the prisons that leave their inmates with practically nothing. When the Companions, the Taelons, came to my Earth, they brought technology that essentially ended need on a planetary scale, and with the end of need, the rise of want began. Many were content with what they had, but others believed that others no longer required their sympathy. They became "amoralists", and amoralists believe they can do anything to anyone and they won't regret it. They will follow through with any threat, they'll use your own kindness against you, and they hire themselves out to do jobs that no one else is willing to do.

Frequently amoralists were people that had been incarcerated in a sensory deprivation prison. Another little gift from the Taelons; the death penalty was practically nonexistent but there was a very strong chance that you could end up in a senseless hell with very little but your own company to keep your thoughts busy. Many were indeed thoroughly punished and grateful to be released, and others lost all appreciation for feeling as they hid from their own bodies and their guilt. They carried their beliefs out into a world where people had everything to indulge in when they were released.

The Taelons were fascinated with amoralists. I was, too, when I was under their control. The fascination was... lost... to put it mildly. [And then Deedee became one, hilariously enough. If by hilarious you mean a cruel and heart-wrenching turn of fate with a dash of crushed hope.] For all my faults, I could never adopt the mindset. ["Unlike you, Major Kincaid does not posses the ability to put aside his compassion and pity for the common good of his species." That's how Da'an had assessed Sandoval. That was more accurate than most people had ever given him credit for, even his wife.]

I apologize for not tending to my duties. I'm usually more responsible.

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Did you manage to escape the virus?