"yes, yes, and yes again. I'm out. three years, I'm out, and I've got a nice big diploma too. fancy writin', but it says it well enough - I can go study nomads and artefacts all i want now. I know how to do it right. and I even got offered a job at Sunderland. imagine, a job at a station no-one knows anything about. It's a dream come true.
All i know is, its in Newcastle. I've been told to pack my stuff, and get to South Shields Refinery. I'll be picked up there.
My transport is waiting. Gonna be a new life for me. This is gonna be freaking epic!" DEVICE DEACTIVATED. LOG END
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DEVICE ACTIVATED.
12TH OCTOBER, 812 A.S.
BEGIN LOG.
*sounds of items being pushed around*
"Personal Log Recorders are prohibited. Sorry, I'll have to confiscate this."
"What? dammit, no, theres personal stuff on there!"
"Sir, stand back, I am authorised to use force if necessary."
*sounds of a struggle*
DEVICE DEACTIVATED. LOG END
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DEVICE ACTIVATED.
DATING SYSTEM DAMAGED.
BEGIN LOG.
"I cannot believe I found this. After all this time...."
