Approaching McNeely Station.
Malcolm's right; everything is falling apart. Especially him. I don't think our relationship has ever been this strained. He's drinking on the bridge -- I can smell it in his tea. And what the hell was he doing with that pinup calendar? V's our employee and our friend; how could he be so disrespectful? No use trying to talk to him about it -- he just lashes out at me about shooting the Varnsen boy. Like I need another fucking reminder about that. God, I feel sick when I think about it.
But this isn't the real Malcolm. Hard to keep in mind while he's making me want to punch holes in the bulkheads, but he hasn't been right since he was exposed to that alien weapon. I don’t know what to do about it, though. I think Vob already tried to reverse the weapon's effects back on the Iof, but Malcolm's still depressed and I'm still dizzy.
Vob. Yeah. I have an alien living under my bed. This is really fucking strange. Vob's been a good roommate so far, except for that climbing-in-bed-with-me thing, but at least there hasn’t been a repeat performance. And it's a total rush when Vob watches me paint. I really miss my privacy, though. And being able to get undressed without hiding under my blankets.
And then there's V. She's been with us for so long now -- holy shit, it's been more than a year. More than twice as long as any other engineer. There's definitely something special about her. And I like her; I think I can almost call her a friend. But she's hard to talk to, especially since her time in prison. I think something bad happened to her in there, but I don’t understand what it was. I wish I knew how to help her.
This crew seriously needs a vacation.
And now I've got to go see Rubin again. She'll have news about the Varnsen boy, I expect. Fuck, I hope he lived. I'm going to have to explain to her how we got into a firefight coming off of Hannity, too. She'll love that!