Personal Quarters, Day 36, evening (private/closed)
Donnie had felt the need to hermit after yesterday's fiasco. He'd done his shift in the science labs and then retreated to his quarters for the rest of the day.
He was getting some work done on private theses and finishing up some lab reports. The anthropologists in science lab had been chattering madly about the events from yesterday. Conversations with words like "psychosomatic" degrading into discussing synchronic analysis and the military mindset. He could have sworn the word "lemming" had been uttered at some point. There was little discussion to the point of the simulation except to say that it might have been counter productive to its intention.
But he was in his quarters now with freshly replicated macaroni and cheese donning slippers and a robe and perhaps a few additional, if temporary, ticks.
He was getting some work done on private theses and finishing up some lab reports. The anthropologists in science lab had been chattering madly about the events from yesterday. Conversations with words like "psychosomatic" degrading into discussing synchronic analysis and the military mindset. He could have sworn the word "lemming" had been uttered at some point. There was little discussion to the point of the simulation except to say that it might have been counter productive to its intention.
But he was in his quarters now with freshly replicated macaroni and cheese donning slippers and a robe and perhaps a few additional, if temporary, ticks.