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Tiana Alston - Personal Log
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Dad said we're heading out to the Galactic Zone again tomorrow.
I'm still not sure how I feel about these salvage runs. It's amazing to see how much of the old tech still works-- I wish I could stay and study it all. But Dad's crew is just there to rip it apart and haul it back for scrap; As if the world didn't have enough rusted metal and broken circuit boards already.
At least I only have to take half shifts. I'm looking forward to getting back to my work on Star Control. I just hope the old mainframe is still running.
It's all my fault.
I told him. I told him there weren't enough cores left to turn it on. If he had waited an hour, we could have pulled them from around the Zone, gotten Star Control back up and running. I already had people looking. I could have made it work. But he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't listen. And now-- God, I hope he's all right.
I can hear the screams. We're going to wait for nightfall, then make a run for the gate.