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prisoners?
    Here on dry land, life is rolling on quite interestingly. I went along on an observation mission last night with the Resistance Guards. We think things are beginning to be prepared for another Harvest. All of the usual signs are evident. The disused park on the route is being painted and some of the Acer personnel are being employed in the buildings that are attached. A letter has been dispatched commanding personnel to arrive for cylinder preparation duty. We took a walk along the sub route too. It seems that the tracks are being repaired. This all points to a Harvest, but that is a lot earlier than our intelligence predicted. We need to ask you to do some investigating your side. Just a discrete intelligent question here and there will be adequate. We need an accurate date to begin planning the mission. As I said in my previous contact, we are probably three Harvests away from going live with the takeover mission but we really need to put a plant onto the next sub to facilitate the exploration.
    Hope to hear from you soon, Luke.

Nine

    September 17 th .

    Mate,
    Need to talk.
    Questions from above.
    Meet @ air hole. Two o’clock. C.

    KK. I’ll be the one in the rubber dive suit! Will.
    September 18 th .
    Luke,
    I have spoken to Willem. He says that he noticed the accelerated learning class adding an extra early morning session to their timetable yesterday as he went on duty. Interestingly, our boy Willem tells me he has broken all the rules by helping one of the twins when he found her drowning in the air hole a while back. Seems to have taken a shine to her and because of his fledgling vested interest, he is now willing to join the cause, but on a strictly information gathering status only. He says he really is not interested in becoming a guard. The more the merrier I say. He is an extremely worthy catch. He has top-level security passes because of his technical skills and intelligence score. He has promised to observe and be our ears on his shifts.
    Will be in touch soon, Craig.

Ten

    The days in this week have travelled so very fast. We have been intensively fed by the information machine that is Mrs Alder. Not that I’m saying her robotic manner is ineffective. Many of the girls have suddenly improved their scores and some have overnight it seems, developed their Evo-gene skills. We now have two Doctors of mathematics, three engineers, three Doctors of medicine and an army commander, who of course is Summer; this makes complete sense. She is born to lead, fiercely organised and relentless in the successful completion of her missions. The surprise package at the moment is Skye, whose Evo-skill has absolutely nothing to do with her love of physical movement. She is to be a geneticist, this job I am told explores how our human bodies are planned out from our smallest cell. I think that particular job is super interesting but Skye fears that she will be strapped to a microscope in a lab all day, which is her worst nightmare.
    So that just leaves the scrapings at the bottom of the barrel. My sister and I have got small embryonic changes in our skills, Lily more than me. She can now interpret a lost language called Latin, though what good that will be to Intentionality I do not know. She now knows all of the names for my favourite plants in the botanical gardens and has been having great discussions with one of our friends who is to become a medical chemist. Apparently medicines also have Latin names. As usual I have the comedy version of skills on offer. I can produce images in my brain, which begin to tell a story when I listen to the music and songs from different languages. Not a regularly tested ability I will admit, but I came across this earth shattering news while wandering the decks near the Mono area. A door just happened to slide open, allowing some sound to escape. It was a wonderful piece of music, echoing along the corridors, it sent a tingle along my spine and the hairs on the back of