It was me...

Dear Reader:

It still baffles me why we "molded" this site, but I couldn't do anything to change their minds about it. I was charged with preparing and dropping the samples at the indicated locations, but somebody else was responsible for monitoring and maintaining the equipment we use for that. You can't blame me for trying to "save" the mission when everything malfunctioned. If I was going to be remembered for anything, this would be the reason.

We coded them to "replicate" themselves, but they required additional materials to complete the process, and by dropping several scions at the same spot, the chances of survival were optimal. So, when almost all of them were lost, we assumed there was no reason to continue the experiment. But then, I had a crazy sounding idea.

The standard process was to keep them "packed" individually but "planted" close enough to each other so they could reach out and interconnect their resources. Having several samples close by gave them a better chance for this, as they will "look around" for partners. But when your collection is reduced to only two "survivors", your design is doomed even before it starts. Unless...

I was extremely cautious - way beyond my pay grade, that's for sure! - but I was able to "combine" those last two into one while they were still under controlled lab conditions. There was no way to know if this would work or if it would become a total catastrophe, but at least by doing this, the chances for success increased tenfold. And that was much better than just leaving a potential chaos to unleash at the site. We didn't want it to go that way again, right?

While I was waiting for my idea's results, and while we were approaching the designated point, I went back to play with the decoder I started at the beginning of our trip. I was never a fan of how everything at the lab was labeled with numbers. I knew we would have to scan any piece of data into the "BB device" for documental purposes, and this made that an easy task, but having those labels done that way was boring as...well, you know. Everybody else referred to anything by their labels, but I liked having fun by using the decoder and watching the confusion in their faces.

We finally arrived at the selected spot and proceeded with the final steps of our journey. The "combined" remaining survivors were placed softly on the surface for them to grow. There was nothing else to do but to finally go back home. And, of course, we will be watching them from afar, without intervention other than the occasional "murmuring" into their cores. That part was always an amusing thing to do.

And talking about fun: you should try the decoder yourself! It's simple, and you may find it practical to understand me fully.

See you next time if they ever send me back here again!

Yours truly: