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Reporting, from Europa

Sir! We've pushed them to the northern end of this part of the tunnels, sir! As you suggested, moving under the cover of fine mesh of ... oh. Oh! It's finally happening. Never expected it to be my CO, but here goes my report! Fucking finally.

Okay, so the network board thought that it'd be good business to get some eyes on the event because nobody knows just what the hell is happening there. It was this or the whole section gets plugged in to the AI machine, sans bodies, to produce believable lies that would sell well. The word is Martian network is doing this already and our analysts say that they might have plugged in several hundred thousand creatives to tell y'all how they're freezing their fingers off and how itchy their skin is as they fight zealots in ice caves full of human popsicles, but it's all a dream, the boys with electronically enhanced schizophrenia say.

So I drew the short straw on the draft in our sector. Not sure if that was the only straw to be drawn, but can't ask. Undercover reporter, they said. Very hush-hush or aneurysm just so happens as soon as the chip detects a word from a list I was not privy to know. Be a good girl and follow orders, and you'll be fine, they said. And when you feel a tingle/twitch under your right nostril, talk, they said. The Scoop will be relayed back.

Glad to finally get that twitch, brother. It's been years.

They also said something about fame, after so long, I forget. No word on going home, if you can call that home. Frankly, I'm not sure if Europa is worse, man. Sure, it's cold, and whatever creatives got fed to the machine, they must have been some really good ones, because they got the ice tunnels, the clones and the zealots just right. Relay that to the board. Could have saved a pretty penny instead of sending some poor bastardess several AUs away to shoot at zealots for years and still get no damn Scoop.

Yeah, yeah, you heard me right broseph - ain't nobody told me shit as to why this is happening, who we're fighting, really, and to what end. Sure there's strange shit happening all over the place, from barren icy surface under the maddening eye of Jove, to the endless watery depths calling divers to detach their harnesses and just float down for months; myself, I've been running around these dark tunnels, under six different COs, lost five god damn fingers in total and the closest I got to what couls be called the truce is when my third one shouted something something something about refusing to corrupt the purity of bodily fluids and ran into the tunnels without a flashlight never to be seen a gun, I'm telling you bloserph, those were the most difficult five cyclops until them finali sen replas -- ey waitam is not gool, fingat warm oh no no no n