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Tuesday, 26.8.2008

Diary 101,

Today we encountered a bad omen. We have a new guy, a trainee, and I'm sure he will fullfill the prophecy of extreme catastrophe. The end of the world. Or that people give him assignments, he doesn't know how to do them right, and we have to redo the task he had, thus doubling our work. The company is huge, and in cafeteria you can barely recognice anyone from the white jackets, but this guy... Black hair, piercings, mascara... I'm not sure, but I swear he had contact lenses.

About the "cure", some people might notice that I've requested extra material for my research, considering that I'm working on the vaccine also. Someone might get interested. Someone might wanna ask me questions. Or use their brains and figure out that if I'm working on something this dangerous, I should also be working out counter measures. But hey, I wasn't informed, I'm working on a cure, why would I need somekind of antidote for it? I bet we're replacables since things are cordinated this poorly. It doesn't matter if they throw us huge pile of money, we're gonna be dead anyways. Which leads to a paranoid thought: Do they dispose us once the project is done?

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...I'll check if there was a deadline for this...