'LOG: 1'

  'INTRODUCTIONS'

  Hello, out there.

  It's strange to think about it that way. That there's more out there, that there is someone or something else to talk to. That's the only way I could possibly explain the extremely powerful communication apparatus, even if I don't quite understand it myself.

  It is most likely meaningless to tell you who I am. But it's best to tell you what, I am a human, homo sapiens, man. I have no knowledge of how we have come to our world, where we are originally from, and what we are here for.

  Regardless, I see it fit to provide whatever information I can relating to our current situation, at least enough to provide some simple overview of our home.

  I am first and foremost a scientist, but I have an immense respect and indulgence into my homes historical events. According to what records I could decipher, we are on the planet Stygnis 344-242, a 'project world'. The date is- according to records- 579.459.003.

  I was unable to properly interpret what numbers mean which date and time, but for my own clarity, I send you this on the counted year of 187. If that would even mean anything for anyone out there. Regardless, I apologise for any confusion my lack of understanding might cause.

  I originally wanted to tell you precisely what we did understand, but then I assumed you'd find that exercise pointless, especially if you're advanced enough to intercept this message.

  Instead I will tell you what me and those I have worked with and against don't understand about our strange home.

  A home which you out there may consider hell, maybe even a lost cause, but I hope that what I will be showing you will inflict some primitive understanding between us.

  We live in these habitats, with the surrounding planet being uninhabitable. We do not understand what technology provides the ability for us to breathe specifically upon habitat grounds, while requiring heavy equipment to survive outside of it.

  These monolithic cities provide us with, in comparison to what we consume, an near-endless source of raw materials. Unfortunately, these materials are near useless in the face of the lack of the technology needed for us to survive remotely comfortably.

  From our own observations there are many of these habitats, though communication is dangerous, and we risk waking something unpleasant up from a deep power down. Either way, we cannot confirm if any others live in these habitats or if it's just the constructs we call rust-buckets.

  May I add, that the state of these habitats are- visually speaking- critical. Systems flicker on and off, technology is rotting the external environment, and knowledge to repair them is slim.

  The metal and concrete which makes up our home is slowly falling to pieces day by day.

  Even with that knowledge, the technology which makes up our home is incomprehensible to us, there are large portions of understanding which is simply missing.

  Large portions of our home is interconnected by a substance which we have dubbed 'hard-light', a substance created once a certain wavelength passes through a crystalline material which we have no method of recreating, nor manipulating as some technological items can do.

  This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

  It is through this hard-light that the habitats can survive being so deep into the crust of our planet, it is through this which there are technologies which move across great distances requiring little power and speed, and it is through this that there are weapons beyond stopping.

  Though there is one material we've found which naturally disrupts the hard-light, which has kept it's namesake through official record as 'dwarf-ice', another crystalline material which is capable of disrupting and dispersing the hard-light into its harmless counter-part.

  That is but one of among hundreds of examples of technology which manipulates the workings of our habitats which we have a bare understanding of.

  With not even considering the fact that there surely is technology we simply cannot comprehend in its entirety.

  There is machinery known as nutrient-producers, though it's clear that at some point there was in fact vast plant life cultivated within our home, that is simply no longer possible. Instead these nutrient-producers fulfil our need for food.

  I am not ashamed to say that these machines have caused the death of many, and the destruction of great portions of our home- food is beyond precious, it is required. Even those with mechanical enhancements to prevent food from being too bothersome, its need cannot be removed.

  Despite extreme experimentation on individual pieces of technology which makes up these nutrient-producers, we have found no reliable way to reproduce the components required to repair or produce such machinery.

  Instead we rely on different parts from different pieces to make up one complete machine. Though there are variations which rely on purely biological inputs to function.

  Which is harrowing.

  Lastly, in order for you to understand the circumstances of our survival, the purification plants are capable of taking acidic output from our planet and turning it into drinkable water.

  Note that I say drinkable, it tastes horrific, but it allows you to survive. Once again, I am saddened to admit that this technology is scarcely understood, but it is one which we can successfully recreate components for. The main issue we find with them is reliable distribution networks.

  Which I will get to later, but purification plants are also crucial to the survival of our communities in our homes. We have a scarce amount of these plants to rely on, and we have to consistently protect them from hordes of metal and misshapen monsters.

  A situation which is so dire and extreme it has encouraged the many communities and settlements within our home to join together in harmony to specifically protect and somewhat equally distribute the supply of these purification plants to the whole habitat.

  Even so, many of the avenues this water takes no longer function, and those that do need to be constantly monitored, repaired, and replaced.

  Moving on, our habitats are powered via three particular technologies.

  There are the nuclear fusion plants, there are many throughout the habitat and they are extremely reliable, they provide power throughout the entire outer layer or 'outskirts' of our home. They are so numerous that even the rust-buckets have yet to utilise all of them to their own ends.

  Then the systems which seem to utilise the heat of the crust of our planet in order to power the habitat, though it's clear through observation of existing status maps that many of these systems simply do not reach the levels we live on. We can only hope nothing else is using it.

  Lastly, is the centre spire. Though I would have loved to have explored it myself, it is simply inaccessible without extreme danger. As a result, the only things we know of it are through other individuals perspectives. From what we do know; it isn't fusion power.

  The power is circulated through extremely durable and truly massive cabling which all leads into the centre spire. So durable that even our most advanced laser-technology cannot pierce it.

  I cannot speak highly or well on our communities or societies as I am wholly separate.

  What I do know is what you will know, as I stated earlier I am one to indulge in my habitat's history as an outsider of sorts.

  So I will provide you logs which may interest you greatly. It took me and my colleagues decades to collect and recreate what was required in order to send this message to whoever reads it now. A roughly 5 year to 7,500 year journey.

  I give you only the most interesting we could collect. Whoever and whenever this message reaches something, or better; someone. I hope you at least find our stories interesting enough to muse about, and take a look at what's left.

  If I'm somehow still alive to meet you, I may just be the only one who will know and understand why you're here. The locals aren't exactly friendly, though they're understandable in their struggle. I hope you will be able to see that.

  I know originally that I did not, and I paid the price for it.

  'LOG: 1 - ENDED'

  'SPECIALISED NEURAL LOG DESIGNATION - 137-115'