5 JUNE 79 AU. 2310 HOURS.
DESIGNATION: 00007125-ALEPH.
UNIT: ASURA-00 PNEUMA

PROVIDENCE occasionally makes me question. Not any one thing in particular, but everything at once. It appears that I was right about my theory concerning the admission of a new pilot. The selectees from the population of the Soul Dormitory were formally invited to a “Summer Ball” — atypical for a “school function,” I overheard some other personnel say — tomorrow, on Saturday. Captain Landranjo (she does not like when we use her cultural name) informed me and a select few others that the actual object of this Summer Ball was to collect the program’s current top performers and induct them into the Adam’s Rib project — into the world of ASURA-piloting. To impress upon them the extremity of the UNT’s need for their cooperation. To conscript them through manipulation and false promises. All this only after deceiving them with a fun party, free food, nice music, and alcoholic beverages. All tactics. And, to help illustrate the project, and help them feel at ease with a peer… I was invited. To speak at the fake Summer Ball. To help rip these children away from their families to fight and die in the frontline against the Enemy. To indulge in deceptive, luxurious festivities while the world is ablaze with mounting poverty, unemployment, and hunger, consequences of my fighting, of our project. Of the job that they were being pressed into. I almost vomited when I heard it spoken.

It was an invitation, to be clear. Not an order. They were hoping for my cooperation.

Well, I don’t think I’m giving it.

> Majko Kruzeto, signing off.