Mission Year 35
Expansion and colonization efforts continue to exceed expected timetables. I have founded two new research bases and am well-pleased with the efforts of my Formers in beating back the clutching fungus that threatens to envelop them. The first base is near another of these mysterious monoliths, whose secrets are the gateway to these lost technologies, so I have named this frontier base for its work in "Aperture Science". The other new base lies in a flat plain dark with vegetation, so it shall be named "Black Mesa". As they were founded in the same year, I expect competition between the two for research grants shall be fierce, with interesting results.
I have linked another of the fascinating Alien Artifacts to the Network Node at Black Mesa, leading to yet more research discoveries. Some of my researchers fear that unforeseen consequences may result from this eager utilization of unknown technology, but I am certain there is no flaw in my logic. They fear the unknown, uncanny properties of this ancient technology, but as the great Arthur C. Clarke once wrote, "Any suitably advanced science is indistinguishable from magic." The obvious corollary being that any apparent magic is simply science not yet fully understood. We will uncover the secrets, the power of this ancient race of Progenitors. The true scientist knows no fear, only limitless curiosity.
While the other factions focus on their myopic interests, I look to long-term planning, and have initiated a long-term Secret Project into recovering the Datalink files on the Human Genome Project that were lost in the crash of the Unity. This wealth of genetic research will doubtless give our scientists a distinct advantage in the years to come. I have founded another base in the west, expanding my territory still further. I call this foundation "Edinstvo-Unity", recalling the language of my motherland, for it represents not the feeble patchwork unity of the doomed spaceflight, but the true unity that comes from uniformity of purpose and purity of thought. Even as the technological advances of the Industrial Revolution swept the face of lost Earth, my research continues to carry us across the face of Planet in an unstoppable march.
At the advice of my Psych Chaplain, I have ordered my research bases to implement a Planned economic model, as well as allowing the subje... citizens a measure of Democratic freedoms. These policies have resulted in high productivity and an almost alarming amount of population growth, but I am confident all will go as I predict. With every passing year, new minds are born. Minds to fill the research labs, the hab complexes, the colony pods. A wave of my hand, in the tens of thousands they answer my call for expansion, extending our networks still further, moving towards the southwest.
Towards the new future we will shape with wills of iron and minds of steel.
—Academician Prokhor Zakharov, Mission Log
Academician Prokhor Zakharov
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So, individual known as Prokhor Zakharov, she sees that the mind he claims is so broad and far-reaching is as susceptible to arrogance and petty grandiosity as ever. While he has correctly surmised that the acquisition of knowledge is key to the perfection of the human race, he falls victim to the laughable assumption that such perfection can be embodied in a single being. Many individuals have made such an assumption, and with it the inevitable assumption that they, themselves, are the vessel for said transcendence. It is a mistake to think of the human body, alone, as being capable of that which it is not. To do so is akin to pouring the whole ocean into a single seashell.
ReplyDeleteRemember the plight of our former commander, Executive Officer Sheng-Ji Yang. His obsession with his own goals limited his actions and eventually caused his downfall. She thinks it would be a waste to see such an end to a faction as otherwise committed to rationality as that of Prokhor Zakharov.
Oh, and one other thing, brilliant one. The individual called Nwabudike Morgan may be disgustingly bloated and concerned only with base physical comforts, but he was right about one thing--the University needs to work harder to close the glaring gaps in its network security. Zakharov's little machines do not work so diligently for him, as hers do.
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