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<smallcaps>[FILE FRAGMENTATION DETECTED] [Voice Recognition unavailable]</smallcaps> [LOG BEGINS] I've been posted up at the Biowaste Processing and Containment buildings for weeks. Glorified dumpster watch, if I'm honest. Lab techs haul huge steel tanks up the hill once in a while. Nobody stays long. Except the janitor. He comes up twice a week to clean...whatever's behind those doors. Everyone said private security was easy, safe money. They never mentioned the silent killer: boredom. No personal devices allowed on the grounds, so I've been counting things. Thirty-nine leaves on the bush by the sewage sanitation entrance. Seventeen scratches on my CCTV monitor screens. Two paperclips in the drawer. ------------------ The motion sensors in section 6 went off last night. Everything looked fine on the cameras. I was halfway through counting the ceiling slats. I jogged over to investigate. The area was deserted. It felt like I was being watched, but two full sweeps confirmed that I was alone. I reset the sensors and returned to my post. ------------------ Those sensors have gone off every twenty minutes on the past two shifts! I have to get all the way over to section 6 every single time. It's always a false alarm. I called IT. Nobody answered. Typical. In the meantime, I'm stuck running back and forth through the damp smoggy air for nothing. The janitor showed up while I was catching my breath. He fished around in his cart and offered me a shirt. He said it was fresh. I politely declined. [LOG ENDS] ------------------