New Journal: Ana Carrell, Day 8 (datapad)
|New Journal: Ana Carrell, Day 8|
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My food supply ran out yesterday. Not that I can eat anyway. The temple keeps the radiation away, but I can feel myself grow weaker from my exposure to it outside. It's eating away at my insides.
Eight days and the storm hasn't died down. I don't know what I'm going to do. If I leave, the storm kills me. If I stay, I starve to death—if the radiation poisoning doesn't get me first. I need to think of a way out. I'm a data scientists surrounded by machines. There has to be something I can do. A way I can use them. I'm going to try to wake them up.