12 December—Neptune Station. Dr. Page and Dr. Seimhalt insist they are near to isolating the necessary frequencies for the prisms, but if you ask me, it's a load of bollocks. Come January and the station reevaluates power distribution, their department is going to receive far more than their share because the snobs in upper level management haven't the slightest idea of how to distribute power despite having so much of the stuff. To be fair, I understand where Page is coming from completely, and as a person I admire her personality and she's a hell of a conversationalist (especially on a station with only a hundred souls or so). As far as her professional career goes, though, she and Seimhalt can go fuck themselves.
My mother sent me a package today. I'm not about to mention the regulations on mailed food as long as she keeps sending those cookies. Also, father is having problems with his heart again, but from her tone it's not anything serious. Of course, that's saying nothing and I know it.
Dr. Andersson has been making significant process in operating the tunneller. I don't know whether it's her dexterity with scientific instruments or her golden, flowing hair that has attracted me to her, and I'm not going to try and find out, either.
I'm going to sleep early this circade, so I'll wrap up. We're going to retry the sixth dimension tomorrow with the tunneller and, damn it, I'm going to be there this time. Hopefully it'll work. Also, hopefully Andersson won't be there, for my sake.
-Dr. Sam Whittaker.
Postscript: I'm enclosing a photograph. This was taken using the tunneller's capture lens, and I also altered the colours a bit. What you're looking at here is one of our openings into the fifth dimension. For awhile we weren't able to take pictures because the splits weren't stable enough to last long enough to photograph them, but we've improved the stabilisers significantly. This one, if I remember correctly, lasted for two minutes before it collapsed.
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