Leaving her feels like I'm giving up my dream. I smell the vague Sulphur and toxins leaking through the seals, yet somehow I'm going to miss this place. I think my knees almost gave out!Īs I log this, I look out the stained plastic of my field tent into the dead-yellow sky of Earth.
I can't believe I'll be working with one of my childhood heroes, Archimidean Margulis! On comms she said she needed the best Infestation biologist there was.
My bags are packed, I'm all set to leave.
