Situation grim. The ice-sheet is thick and looks like staying. The only sign of life outside the outpost was a dog’s cry of pain two hours ago. The Coke supply is dwindling - I haven’t told Matthew, trying to keep as much bad news from him as I can. He already seems to be bending under the strain - keeps trying to ‘build a better robot’. I just… can’t bring myself to tell him. Virtual robots can’t save us from the ice.
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Sounds like you should be reading http://miheliatter.blogspot.com/
If you DARE
Our coke supply has been refreshed as i journeyed forth into the weather and came upon a fred mayer well stocked in things good to eat.
We are having pot roast tonight, and our coke supply has been refreshed. If you dare to leave the home of Whelan we have food and friendship to spare. ;-)