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of stupid fucking stunts I
pulled in high school. It worked. Big old fucking fireball thing. Probably gave
away my whole position, if anyone was watching. I can hope they weren't. Really
hope they weren't. Or at least hope that they were far enough away.
Everything's recharged again. I can burn the fuckers, now. They ain't getting
close to me or to Desiree.
     
    ENTRY END

JOURNAL 06RITA
    ENTRY 005
    DATE: 3/9/2074
     
    Well, aren't you happy to hear from me again? I'm sure I'm
your favorite. I mean, does anyone else even talk to you? Really talk to you?
Even if this whole thing's getting a little bit one-sided, now. I don't mind it
too much. It gives me something to do when I get bored. Blake's useful, but
damn it if he isn't horribly dull company. How many hours a day can two people
spend talking about video games? As far as that horndog Blake is concerned,
several. Many. A lot. I wish you could understand. Of course, you probably do
understand. Watching the camera feeds to see what your little pet gerbils are
up to, you've probably got triplicate records of everything any of us have ever
said.
    You probably even know how I feel about Blake. You probably
know that I don't like it. If not, I'm telling you now: that's why I sleep so
badly. That's why I'm waking up so many times. Every single time. I don't like
what I'm doing to him. It makes me want to puke, thinking about it. Every time.
    See, you did this to me. You people and this ridiculous game
of yours. Killing people. Afraid for your life. Lying, cheating, armed to the
teeth like some guerilla fighter with weapons that probably shred the Geneva
Conventions to bits. Tiny ass bits. Did you consider that? Did you think about
any of this, putting weapons like this in the hands of any John Q. Sample?
Sure, you probably did. But I bet you didn't care, did you? I don't think you
care about any of this. It's just part of your show, a big increase in ratings,
a big increase in profits, a big fat nothing as far as we're concerned. I mean,
how much money are we bringing in for you dickweeds, if you can afford to chuck
twenty million dollars out for the grand prize? A shit ton, right? And here we
are, just playing along. What happens if the show starts to get slow? Do you
start fucking with us? Trying to get those ratings to jump up? Or do you just
leave us to ourselves and pray that the viewers will keep on watching, even if
it's dull as shit?
    Come on. Let's get started. I'm tired of not hearing back
from you. It's pretty God damn rude for you to just leave me talking to myself
like this. It's been over two months now.
     
    ENTRY END

UNREST IN EGYPT
    3/7/2074 at 10:19 a.m. EST
     
    While tensions in Egypt have been on the rise, the bubble
has finally popped. A group calling themselves the Egyptian Restoration
Movement attacked the Egyptian Museum in Cairo yesterday. While no artifacts
were stolen, several antiquities were destroyed or damaged before the
terrorists could be forced out.
    In the wake of this museum attack, several other national
fixtures have increased security. However, several attacks were made on the
Heliopolis Palace, the current residency of the Egyptian president. We will update
this article as more information is made available to us here at The Cruise.

JOURNAL 11SUSAN
    ENTRY 007
    DATE: 3/10/2074
     
    Plans changing. Leaving traps. Won't go far. Can still catch
people. Take out the biggest threats. People who will actively go after me.
Leave the lights on in the house, make it obvious. People that stupid should
die anyway.
    Medallion I filched off Tina will keep me safe. I can
travel. Start playing. Want to get this over with. Twenty million won't do me
any good if I'm halfway dead when I leave. All go to medical bills. A little
over two months.
    Won't get Craig. He's too smart for that. Why I tried to
keep him around. Close, he could die quick. Now I have to hunt or hope that
someone else gets him done with. Save me trouble ferreting him out.
    I'll be fine.