Hey. This is the first of what will likely be many, many chapters. I don't know what I have in store for this. Maybe madness? Maybe sorrow? Maybe comfort, calmness, humor, horror? No idea. Feel free to leave a review, tell me what I'm doing right, doing wrong, etc. etc.
Peridot here. Day one of what will hopefully be a short setback.
I understand that failure is, by and large, unacceptable. However, I am optimistic about my later treatment at the hands of Our Dutiful Homeworld, as the mistakes that lead to the destruction of a variety of prototype and cutting-edge tech were, by and large, not my mistakes. Besides, corpses can't testify innocence, so I'm likely in the clear. Likely.
I may be reprimanded, even demoted for my 'cowardice in the line of duty'. What a shame, right? Moving down from 200 workers credits a mission to 150. Oh, dear, then I'll have to take an assessment to prove I'm worthy of the pay grade I had before.
Annoying, but not major. That seems to be the theme of this mission, hm? Why won't people just let me work? Something about this planet makes gems go slightly warm in the head, I think.
Anyways,
I appear to be in a carefully grown and constructed vegetative field, though it seems to have fallen into a bit of disrepair. No matter. It is rather dark, and my sensors are telling me it's more than cold enough to prevent overheating. That's perfectly fine with me. I've heard of some Gems, faced with idleness and a cool temperature, going mad from overthinking. Me? I think it's some Homeworld conspiracy, something some higher-up made up to keep us happy, together, fusing and un-fusing and playing games and pledging allegiance to the 'Savior and Stalwart Vanguard of the War of Crystalline Aggression, Yellow Diamond'. Whatever. The bigger the title you need, the less steps you need to fuse is what I say, hehe.
Thankfully, this message will only be heard by me, myself, and I. Jasper, if she's anywhere near me, would likely break my Silicon Backbone for that and drag me back to Homeworld. Talk about an ego complex, right?
…
It worries me, being outside here. I don't understand how Organic Life can sleep like this. I feel and hear so many different organisms above the microbial level, all of which notice me to some extent. That's worrying, having so many eyes, looking over you, scanning you, seeing what'll make you crack.
I'm giving the traits of esteemed interrogators to insects with only the ability to barely sustain themselves. Maybe I should report to a self-organized execution clinic, my mind, well excellent, is clearly becoming lost.
I suppose I simply don't like being watched. It doesn't help that my surroundings, the remnants of poor human housing, doesn't have a roof. Or sixty percent of the walls. Or a door. It's not even airtight! I don't understand how humanity lives like this, the feeling that you're sharing space with dozens upon dozens of lower lifeforms.
I may not sleep for my first night here. I'll just have to think. Humanity has mastered the art of radio. Perhaps I could use human tech to send a signal over to some of the Signal Bouncers on Ceres? Maybe. I'm putting the Monogranular Semi-Moron before the semi-crystalline based micro foundry.
Besides, intermingling with lower-class lifeforms isn't what I'm going to be busted for anyways, it's the least of my worries if I actually make it back home.
When I make it home. When.
Peridot out. I will check in tomorrow.