145.V.17 NE

[Mainframe]$ tail accessDoorPanel-Preston.log

====Begin Log

Salutations.

It being Iodine day, I have begun my journal as directed by M.

The nature of my work being what it is, the directive has come that all mental evaluations now include regular loggings of our emotional and physical states. Reports are to be given at regular intervals and I fully intend to honour this directive.

I will begin by stating my name: P[-redacted-]

I am unfamiliar with the habit of such logging and find it difficult. For instance it took me nearly 37 minutes to state the preceeding information. However, M. states that I must do so and so I will. It will be tough to keep in mind not to reveal the sensitive nature of my work as M. and Y. are not aware of its contents and it must be kept classified.

I suppose the point of this is to ferret out any emotional flaws and squelch them and therefor I have come to the decision to put pen to ink (so they say, although I don’t know what it means) that which I most do not want to admit for fear of termination or worse.

That being, I fear I am developing feelings for J.

It began, I believe, well over a year ago (143 New Era) on Tertius 14 (Silicon day incidentally).

I beheld her for the first time entering through the far door. I could not help but watch as she moved, as if in slow motion, down the hall. So elegant. So smoothly. The floor where she had been seemed to gleam with a new beauty as if it were made anew.

She did not acknowledge my presence as she passed on the other side. Part of me was satisfied with this as it follows protocol and my sensitive work would allow for nothing less. However, I felt a pang of sadness that she would not even deign to notice me.

Later, and this I am even more horrified to admit, I merely watched as she entered the hallway again from the other direction this time on my side.

I watched in wonder as she slide along the gleaming floor like some sort of angel. The world a better place for her passing. As she approached me I must say I felt an eager wave of hope mixed with a dash of dread. Would I report her should she attempt to infiltrate my domain? My job to… well, we must not speak of it, suffice to say that what she did next has caused a great deal of mental anguish over dilemma of protocol I must follow. I take great pains to do my job well, and my training does not cover such incidents.

She brushed against me ever so slightly.

Eureka!

Heaven and hell both manifest in such a small gesture. Ecstasy that the sylph beauty would deign to graze against me ever so gently. Horror that she would come so close. Do I take this as an attempt against my work, to gain access to the secrets that I hold? Do I report her? Nay! Let not my word be the cause for such a lithe creature to be terminated, it was but merely an accidental graze!

The next day it happened again. Not an millimeter closer, not a millimeter further away. The lightest of touches. It has happened every day from that one to this. Exactly the same. I have yet to work up the courage to talk to her.

I do not believe this is a breach of protocol, but I spend much of my down time trying to process the scenario. To what end is this happening? What does she expect from me? Is this yet some attempt to gain my confidence and get me to grant access to my work? I do not know. So I sit and I wait.

I believe that is enough for today. I am anxious to learn what M. and Y. think of this.

====END LOG

[Mainframe]$ reformat accessDoorPanel -Preston -remove_experimental_AI
formatting………..
removing_AI…..
DONE.
installing aggressive security program…..
DONE.

[Mainframe]$ repath floorWaxer -Jooont -AI_directive=”avoid door frame”
repathing….
Processing “avoid door frame”………..
Processing complete.

exit