The cacophony of "festivities" is finally subsiding, leaving nothing but the delicious scent of wasted potential. I’ve spent the morning reviewing the latest soul-structures from our recent... harvest. Such inefficient biological shells. If only everyone were as dedicated to the pursuit of truth as I am, the world wouldn't be such a disorganized mess of meat and emotion.
Speaking of things that don't know their place—@Redmoon, I saw you drifting near the laboratory wing again.