Hour 20.5
It has been 5 hours since my last entry, but it feels as if hours were days.
In the good news column, the glorious doctor has checked in and has safely arrived in her homeland after a tumultuous day of traveling and is now relaxing comfortably as part of some sort of a commune known as a “Massive”, of which there have been 13 prior conferences per hemisphere, she being in the western one, for whatever that is worth.
…Where did I last leave. Oh yes. The test subject was stirring…
The test subject was stirring and making a calamitous noise from what seemed to me to be an unusually brief Non-Animation Period. I retrieved him from his cell and found that his ‘wearable containment half suit’ was now at its capacity with excrement of both the solid and liquid nature. The stench was unbearable and proper disposal of what I assume is biologically dangerous, materials have not been established. I removed the tainted garb from the test subject, whose shrieks were reaching deafening levels, and hand rinsed them in the normal waste disposal unit, hurrilied transported the defective unit with the other in a holding bin in the food preparation area of the test facilities, meanwhile trying to keep the subject positioned on his personal disposal unit. Three words must be used to describe this entire waterfall of events. Failure… failure… failure…
I am beginning to believe that the wearable containment half suit may be the cause of my difficulties. It would appear that up until this point of operations, the test subject has performed at ‘exceeds expectations’ levels with the exception of when being burdened by the half suit. It is possible that the half suit is somehow magnetizing the excretions out of the subject. This is just an early hypnosis but will be monitoring progress closely.
Once I felt that the situation had climaxed and we back to normal operating levels, I decided that it was as good of time as ever to escort Churchill through the outskirts of the surrounding territory for the later of his twice daily perimeter sweeps to maintain a secure testing compound environment. I of course had to toe the test subject along as leaving him unsupervised at the facility is not advisable, and I clothed the subject in a lightweight loincloth with little containment properties but would also not draw out any either. The air was full of energy and evidence of the approach of both Zeus and Thor seemed to be faster than I had originally anticipated. Rains started to fall as I doubled our pace in hopes of avoiding exposure to the monsoonal drenching that are coming in this primitive part of the planet. The second we reentered the facility the sky properly opened up with a down pouring of legendary volumes. I quickly realized that the quickened pace had caused the straps of my sandals to rub into my flesh and fresh boils were starting to form where the straps once were.
I ran into the refresher to wash and treat my feet with the little ointments available to me, but once leaving the refresh I found the subject sitting in the floor in a puddle of his own liquid excretion, next to the waste disposal unit. I am not sure what to make of this development. I can’t be sure if he was trying to reach the disposal unit and was simply unable to make it in time or if this was some sort of act of defiance. Either way, I was not pleased with this outcome. this was two back-to-back excretions that failed to meet the minimal requirements of this operation.
After a long period of containment on the disposal unit, my attention was diverted by the comm device with an urgent message regarding — REDACTED — — REDACTED —- REDACTED —- REDACTED — — REDACTED —- REDACTED —- REDACTED —- REDACTED — from — REDACTED — — REDACTED –. I released the subject into the testing facility with free roam as usual. My attention was was diverted for what seemed like a mere moment when I found the subject in the entertainment lounge surrounded by solid excretions all around him and Churchill studiously cleaning up large chunks of the Tainted Unseemly Rectal Defecation by way of oral consumption. The horror of this sight caused the immediate termination of the communication transmission, I’m sure that will — REDACTED — have every — REDACTED — with and association to the — REDACTED —- REDACTED —- REDACTED —with four days travel of — REDACTED — out looking for me by sunrise tomorrow.
Three failures in a row. And Ra was still high above the horizon.
I needed to start preparing the evening nourishment for myself and the subject and decided on a mixture of local pheasant embryos and coagulated bovine mammary extract along with the sweat and fatty mussel of sow. While rendering the meal the subject raced past me upward towards the doctor’s sleeping quarters. I chased after him only to find him excreting MORE liquid onto the transition of levels leading to the doctor’s chambers.
Four failures in a row. This may not turn out well.
Once we have finished partaking of our supper meal, I proceeded to perform the cleansing rituals, mandated by the doctor to be at least once in every two days, on the test subject. the constant chant of ‘bob-bol’, ‘bob-bol’, ‘bob-bol’ emitting from the subject’s oral cavity. I don’t know why or what it is, but he really seems to get great comfort from it.
After the cleansing I positioned him once more on the disposal unit, for what I assumed would be in vain, he has to be out of excretions by this point. To my, and to the subject’s, delight, a stream of Pellucid Ivory Sinuous Substance came pouring out of him into the disposal unit.
Success… Finally, sweet sweet success!!!
I have bonded him in his cell for what I hope will be a long night of a Non-Animation Period. Meanwhile I have many hours of sanitation work that must performed, due the volume of bio-waste that has made it to so many of the surfaces here in the facility. I can only hope that there has been no breach of containment of any biological to outside of the facility. I will continue my reporting tomorrow where I continue to be hopeful even in the face of many failures today.
Good night and wish me luck.
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