The Third Journal

Pages 87+88

Great news: the Hyperdrive works! Clearly the civilized beings who created this technology were far better engineers than they were pilots. Although I can't help but wonder... who is TRULY the more advanced species: The one who works 1,000 to invent technology or the one who simply waits for the other to crash and then collects it for free?

Unfortunately, the Hyperdrive requires highly radioactive materials to stay powered, but I was able to raid a government waste dump nearby with amble materials. (Frankly, it's worrisome that these barrels would be buried so close to town. I'm doing a public service by removing them.)

Despite our fortune, I have become worried about my fiancée. I was able to treat her physical wounds, but I fear there are mental wounds not as easily remedied. For the past several nights, she has been unable to sleep, apparently still haunted by the Gremloblin's gaze.

I spent the afternoon teaching C some of my meditation techniques and a heart rate-slowing exercise I learned to help control fear. C seemed skeptical, but I reminded her that we are scientists, and that by using our creativity we can solve any problem we face- even our fears.

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My fiancée took my advice in the worst possible way. Today, she ran up to me beaming and saying she had spent all night working on a solution. She produced this unsettling device. Apparently, it can target and destroy bad memories- including her frightening encounter with the Gremloblin.

Memory Gun

WHAT IF IT GETS IN THE WRONG HANDS?

Blast Shield- not nearly large enough. What if the blowback affected the user?

Memory Canister- holds a spool of electric tape that is supposed to copy and store the memory for later use.

Bulb- blasts a wave of radiation strong enough to disassemble the neurological pathways that contain memories. Is it permanent?

Output Jack- to use on a wider scale. The potential applications are alarming!

Specifier- allows the user to type out and target specific memories. I shudder to think what a typo could produce....

I didn't hesitate to let C know that, despite her good intentions, this device was far too dangerous to keep. The temptation for misuse was catastrophic. For all I know, she's already used the ray on me before!

She was crestfallen by my advice, but after some discussion she came to see the wisdom in it. She said that she didn't want to risk forgetting me or her family. I ordered her to destroy the gun, and she did. At least I think she did... I can't quite remember....