*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.
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