Entry: No results yet on HLD. I didn't even go to the Team 12 labs today. The techs gave me their reports, nothing surprising. I won't go tomorrow either, unless there's a huge emergency. Vot wasn't upset about me taking a couple days to work in my lab; after all, I formulated 8933 so he can't be mad at me for much of anything right now. Unless he found out what I did do today, of course, which is why I'm not going tomorrow.
I upgraded the security on this system four days ago, so I finally feel safe writing about my BioPak project. Timing couldn't be better. I still feel stressed from that, even though I've been resting since I finished ten hours ago and the incisions have already started healing. But I did it. Everything shows that the anti-rejection virus is doing its job thus far. I gave Bav (next door) a temporary unlock code for my lab just in case, though. If anything does happen, I wouldn't want them cracking my code.
Another thing I wouldn't particularly want is to ever have to do that to myself again. I'm not a surgeon, and for good reason. If it had been anyone else's guts, I would have just ripped them out in frustration, but that would have defeated my entire purpose. That's probably a good part of why I'm so drained, on top of the stress I put on my body by cutting it open and stitching a bunch of strange stuff in there. But the BioPak implants are working. I checked the center cable (the PAK/BioPak connector) about an hour ago, and there is a steady flow of good data. I think I'll lie here and listen to music for a while, give my body and my new dual PAK time to get used to each other. Tomorrow I find out if the BioPak functions properly.
"We're breaking free of terrafirma tonight. It's the pinnacle fight of our lives." - Mortal
Entry: I'm amazed. I must have been really drained, because I actually passed out last night. It was only for an hour or so, but I remember that suddenly I was listening to music that I hadn't been last time I noticed, and I had a new quarter-day lab report waiting on my message center.
All tests continue as expected for 8933. The only thing left is confirmation of the Irken cellular reaction. I'm hoping we have a suitable defective to test on. That's always fun, especially with the weapons formulations that aren't meant to spare our kind. Then again, the techs say I only enjoy it because I don't have to clean up what's left of our subject afterward. I tell them, hey, what can you expect when you work in the research installation that specializes in creating the worst types of liquid, gaseous, and pellet-form death known to the galaxy. I especially liked the one we tested on the female who tried to attack the Tallest . . . I have never seen so much blood pour out of an Irken before. Word has it even Red threw up when he saw the video, but then again, I wouldn't expect someone as coddled as a Tallest to understand the simple beauty of an efficient chemical weapon.
Other news: I've been without my PAK for nearly half an hour now. I have it set up so it won't try to reattach itself unless I turn that function on. If I start feeling odd, I'll switch it to that mode, but nothing seems strange about my current state except the lack of familiar weight on my back. I have noticed that I don't think as clearly with the PAK on now, though. I think I need to upgrade its processor systems, now that it has to process both incoming and outgoing data constantly. That's my project for the day. I can also start doing memory dumps instead of writing everything out, since I can have the PAK off for so long. I'll still have to make notes on the files -- helps me think things through -- but it'll give me a more complete record of events.
"To be invincible is unattainable without sacrifice." - Skillet