2159.03.30 // 03:40:44
[User: foxy]
[Voice entry]

I have never felt much emotion beyond fear. In this city, death is our constant companion, and emotion is waste.

In the past few days I have felt more swings of emotion than I have for my entire life.

It has been raining hard, like always this time of year, and the river is very high.

Yesterday, the government dam breached. Completely. Everything was destroyed in the flood.

Thousands died in the Partrace.

Thousands of innocent, poorer folk by the river. Families. Families of friends and operatives.

There are bodies in the streets, and the city is seething.

This is it. This is the moment. And the wheels are in motion.

I’ve been busy.

But I can’t think of anything but my yotie.

We haven’t been able to find anything. Can’t tell if people here are scared or didn’t see.

I’m sick with worry.

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