Week One Hundred and Fifty-Eight has been completed.
Sunday
Only (Mindy) makes a post over the network while the subjects talk amongst themselves about their upcoming demise.
Over the course of the past three years, we have watched more people be terminated then survive, and finally, we are coming to the end. The relationships that the subjects have made amongst themselves are fluid and ever changing, something that one can not find stability in even though they try, someone that has been here for a year might see three versions of their best friend.
Also, this fluid motion of relationships have made it where they cling on even tighter, only looking for the next year at most, relationships budding- both familiar and non, quickly in this situation. Some aged like fine wines, others were aged like spoiled milk. Along with personality changes. What someone may escape with a smile on their first day, come the last, they may have a blank expression, knowing they have survived and death for them was not final.
Now they are reaching that final death, the one where the experiment ends. I can see that some of them see it coming, with prolonged glances at lovers, friends, children, and guardian figures as if trying to freeze their image so deeply in their mind that come the other-life, if they be live in it, they can pull themselves away from the oversoul to find those familiar souls who were also here with them. That they found something with. I feel no sorrow for them.
They truly had no history, besides what we allowed them to keep.
They truly had no future, besides euthanasia once we were done with them before being fed to the fires.
This is the end of a failed experiment. Some broke to never be repaired, some shattered to only be forged into something we didn’t want.
This is evolution.
Monday
As I keep my eyes open, I watch everyone gather closer to each other, this is for naught. They all will be pulled apart and reunited into the ash.
Tuesday
They are standing up to fight.
I wonder, can they fight against their fate? Can they win? I think I will sit here and wait and watch and if they do get me.
It was because of my choice to stay here.
Wednesday
Messy, messy, messy, messy, messy! Clean, clean, clean, clean!
Thursday
(Wallace) is lazy. No better than intern. Stop drinking. Cleaning requested.
(Grell), that hair needs pampering. Absolutely fabulous hair is due for a trim. Let’s talk, honey. Stop by.
Strange mating patterns from (Roxas) causes abuse to animal before male reproductive intercourse with tall redhead female with decorative mating spikes.
Val is our queen.
Suggesting that (Heather) visit the medical ward for late upkeep on mental functions on relevant news.
(Milla) is unproductive! Please sing while working to clean the mess you made.
Suggesting glasses for (Lucas). Walls are very easy to see. Medical bots will be sent for check up.
(Jack), please do not mark your territory on the walls or dig up bodies if that is what you are looking for.
Noisy female (Rin T.) seen bossing around attractive male (Archer). Suggesting couple should get a room to relieve stress.
Friday
(Ritsuka). For clarification purposes, is (Soubi) a female or male?
(Komui) is messier than our last residents in that department. Coffee consumption has doubled.
(Stark) returns power to station. Recharging power cells.
(Tsunade) is more frightening than our last medicinal doctor. Please keep (Harry D) away from medical bots.
(Sasha), I am not a bed.
Reporting for duty, (Shikamaru). Several suspicious activities including a well dressed man located several times in your general area.
Saturday
Noisy female (Lois) reports editorial review inciting mass responses of various degrees.
(Zero) is accosted by (Tommy) undoing most work. Entertaining banter is given three stars. (Kate) is inefficient at keeping male bonding partner at bay.
Pervert (Harry) seen gazing into stasis pods! Trespassers will be shot on sight without valid cause.
Both (Kimblee) and (Nill) acquire top quality living arrangements. Mechanical staff will be sent to service at midnight for new masters.
(Dave) = wild? (Jade) = zoologist
(Link) suffers from progressive loner syndrome. Suggesting strenuous workout away from normal populace.
Try our new Lunch-In-A-Cup!
Terminated: (ooc: Listed here this week are the one hundred and three names of the biological staff that was terminated. GUILT, GUILT, GUILT)
[OOC: Hey guys, just a reminder, anything in parentheses is a room number, not a name. We're just not willing to torture you (or ourselves) by putting in the room numbers instead of the names. They won't understand who the observation is about unless they know the room number. Room numbers are on collars, so not hard to figure out, but keep this in mind for new arrivals or faces they haven't met yet.]