Sorry on the delayed transmission here, but I didn’t want to send anything from this backwater planet we are on as I write this. It is a corporate world dedicated to mining and peaceful slavery, and the powerful families that started it seem to have it running like a clock.
We are posing as the entourage of May, but she isn’t using that name here, again I’ll not reveal her alternate name to protect her. They have a rinky-dink freighter for a space station, and again we landed on the planet by shuttle. They limit the use and possession of weapons, and have limits on lots of other things. The law and order here is pretty tight, so safety is really high. None the less, my group always needs a doctor along.
I was struck when May and our security officer went to a gentleman’s club. The details of what happened there are a little sketchy. The story was they both hired a pair of slave-workers there to find out their working conditions. Our security officer went with females, and May with males. I think she was trying to pass me the message she likes males, and she can handle 2. I remember our special talk Mom, and while she might appear strong, ‘woman of Kleenex with a man of steel is dangerous.’
The rest of us had been in the yellow zone rubbing elbows with miners and criminals serving out their time. Good eateries, very happy people. Too happy.
So when we got back together, May was concerned that perhaps there is something in the food that makes people happy and complacent. I used this as an excuse to urp in front of her, to test the remains of the last meal. That pesky security officer was there, so May didn’t sample any of it. May pretended to be disgusted. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Anyway, we were looking at a way to get some medical attention to the first families. Disease was a possibility, but with the long delay in shipping people here, only VD is both scary enough and long enough in incubation that it could come on a slave shipment. So we are waiting for the next shipment and buy some slaves. And I’m taking the standard test here to become a doctor, so if disease is our route, I’ll be ready.
Your loving son,