Author's Note: So then, on to Entry 7. This entry mostly just shows what it's like to work in the lab with Kleiner, Lamarr, and the occasional visits from Alyx. Read, enjoy, and review! ^_^
Entry 7, Work, Work, Work
Wow it's been awhile since I've written anything, but I do have my reasons. Lately Kliener and I have been working on new methods for teleportation. I've been so excited lately I can barely sleep; however working all day and night tends to knock you out after awhile. Teleportation isn't the only thing we've been working on either. I personally have been trying to build a replication of Dr. Magnusson's pulse energy compactor. Being able to compact pulse energy would defiantly save time and energy outputs. Another device I've been working on is a pulse energy converter. I don't have the right parts to build it yet, but when I do it will be able to aid Dr. Kliener in ways many thought unimaginable.
Dr. Kliener lately has been worrying about Lamarr (he does that way too often in my opinion). He usually has three different theories as to what may be wrong with her. The first is that she's depressed and misses meat, in other words someone's skull. The second is that she's ill and needs more food or interaction. The third theory is that she needs a male companion. Now I'm not sure if headcrabs can mate or not, but I'm pretty sure the third theory just means Kliener wants more headcrabs around the lab. One headcrab is more than enough for me. I can't imagine waking up to find 5 headcrabs in my bed snuggling, or trying to work in the lab with all the shrieks and squeaks.
Besides that the past week has been rather uneventful. Alyx did come to visit…or was that the week before the last? Oh well. I lose track of time so quickly, I don't even think I can remember the current year. That's something I find interesting about myself. I can remember useless things like exactly how many crows I've seen in the last ten years, but I can never remember important things like how old I am or what year it actually is. Sometimes I become severely depressed about it. What if I were to forget my name? I don't know if that could ever happen but it is bad enough I don't know how old I am…
Bah I veered off the subject I was previously talking about. I think it was about Alyx, ah yes it was. Anyway, whenever Alyx visits she brings what you could call souvenirs from the abandoned places of City 17. Children's toys, very old newspapers, mechanical parts, Combine armor, guns, ammo, food, and sometimes very odd devices is what is typically brought in. Last week (or the week before), she brought in a can of expired tuna, and a newspaper article that was at least ten to twenty years old. It always amazes me at the simple things people would find to complain or write about in newspapers. I can remember one article quite clearly from that newspaper about a woman who had her dog kidnapped by her husband. Why he did this I'll never know because the paper didn't say, though it was probably for money.
Oh no Kliener is screaming in his lab, wonder what happened now. I'll have to end today's entry a bit early unfortunately.
– Val
P.S By the way the expired tuna was delicious.
Author's Final Note: Don't worry, next entry you'll find out why Kleiner was screaming. Entry 8 is also one of my favorite written entries; I'm really looking forward to any reviews I get from that one lol.