The game Among Us has blown up recently. It is a simple game with a deceiver mechanic. The devs recently announced some lore for the game. Apparently the impostor in the game is a parasitic shapeshifting invader. With that in mind, here is a little tale from the view of one of the crewmates.
Just another personal log
from another cog in the interstellar corporate machine. Personally,
this cog is getting kind of tired of being a part of this particular
machine. Sure, the glamour of traveling to other planets and
collecting samples and data for later research seemed very
attractive. Once you do it though, the grunt work takes a lot of the
shine out of it and you just see the dirt and broken machines. You
would think a company that could afford to build ships capable of
traveling other planets wouldn't let everything be built by the
lowest bidder. They even went cheap on our spacesuits. Would adding arms instead of forcing is to stretch our the suit itself to perform tasks be that much of an effort?
If I have to reconnect one more set of wires I will
snap someone's neck. It's not just the wires
either. I swear we had at least three alerts regarding a reactor
meltdown on The Skeld during the return trip from our last mission.
To a degree, I can understand needing to destroy meteorites in our
path. But there might be fewer of those around if we weren't
constantly drifting off course. The navigation computers would pick
up a ton of drift every five minutes that we then had to re-calibrate
and plot a new course.
I made the mistake of thinking things would be better when we got back to Mira HQ. I don't know why. Just as many broken wires there to fix and a reactor just as wonky. The company is so cheap they can't even install an automatic sprinkler system for the plants in the greenhouse. We have to get a watering can from storage and water them ourselves. A multibillion dollar corporation that reaches other planets and they can't even afford sprinklers. If not sprinklers, at least lights that don't go out every few minutes. Or an air filter that doesn't get clogged by simple leaves. Or a computer network that doesn't require me to walk from room to room downloading data and uploading it again.
The decontamination, at least, works consistently. And that is a bonus as often as we have to traverse it on the way to the lab. There is a fantastic view of the clouds while we sort samples from expeditions and reassemble harmonic crystals. Signs of real research being done at last.
Real research, like what I finally got to do when we reached Polus at last. Not a particularly exciting planet, just likes to shake us all up now and again. Nothing a little rerouting of a ground sensor can't fix. Appropriate for a planetary research base, there are two decontamination rooms to protect the samples we collect while they are being packed up. Can't forget all the temperature sensors to log data from. Such drastic differences between the air over the lava pit and off the cliff edge on the other side of the base.
Damnit, time to refuel the dropship engines again. Even with all this research happe.....glurp. Glooble. Herkar shlep.
Hungry. Must eat. Must spread. Must be more of us.......
END OF LOG.
