Amends

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*audio log 25*

I have recently realized that I have been quite an asshole as of late.

I did apologize, but actions speak louder than words.

I will try to do better from now on, though.

Back to my story, I guess.

It is now the 83rd day in the compound.

I got my lunch again today, but decided to consume none of it.

Only reason I do it is for the novelty of opening my maw, for some reason.

Have to hold onto what we can, I guess.

I kept the tray they gave me, though.

After tinkering with the metal for several hours, I had created a prototype.

A fully robotic hand, that could seamlessly connect to buckeyes wrist, with pressure sensitivity as well as temperature sensitivity.

So basically, a lighter, stronger, and far more mechanically secure hand.

When the guard came back for the tray, I gave it to him, and told him to give it to buckeye.

The D class, as I have heard him called, was removed two days ago, and presumably put into either his own cell, or out of his misery.

I feel better, after making that prototype.

I might ask for some materials to see if I can improve it.

*audio cuts*

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