Aspen's Logs and Notes

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Aspen Harlow
New Normal

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Whirlwind of a week. Many changes to navigate, other people, me, the sector. Second chance on the landing pad, so I'll take it as it is. Grateful for Rebecca. Continues to complicate with Kris, Levan... only one everyone trusts is me. Trying to balance them all, both senses of the word. Current approach an improvement over before. So far.

Opened up to Becky. She asked. Always the listener me, rarely the heard. Felt odd at first. I'm known to ramble if I start. Perhaps why I choose to listen. Didn't matter. My point made it across. Reason why I took so many risks. Didn't want to hear it myself, but I knew. After Skagen, decided no more running. Lost composure, but she was there to lean on. I did. Then lost discipline. Flashes, instinct, and something unexpected. A flow of understanding. The two of us heard so clearly.

She loosened up, free, just for a moment. The weight was gone. Trusted me, needed no mask. Almost never seen her like that. Concerning. What did I do? Was never so easy to reach without Her. Am I on a pedestal? A lot to live up to. Convinced me not to live for the past, what I owed. Need to build the present. Will experiment further with capabilities. Own senses are necessary at least, no intervening medium. Feels like I become someone else. Someone in-tune. Hurts, often. Cities especially, too loud. Still, I don't regret this. I choose not to.

Need facilities to collate real data. On me, on others. Gryphon should have some. Brad's eager to have me aboard - same for me. Missed my colleagues. In fact, thinking about SNOWBLIND. Gestalt's dalliance into historical pseudoscience. Demystifying the impossible, a shot in the dark. Wonder if I still have read-access?

Working for Mister Hart in the meantime. Earns my place, makes a home. Won't let someone else make it for me. Well-connected for a shipyard official. Sharp. Feels like he sees through me. I look back. Appraising sort of man. Enterprising. Not ill-natured, I think. Might be wrong. Noora picked an intelligent man. Left the Coalition she said, came here. Some political shakeup, personal. I didn't pry. She's in good hands now, barring more Corsairs. Still guilty about that.

Orrin needs satellite data. Provided some cryptokeys. Wants them inserted in various sat computers, need to EVA. Prefers I am not seen. Oddly cloak-and-dagger. That and meeting shipyard reps at Newport, Livadia, others.

It's a start. Can make something of it. Have to, before all gets out of control again. Will be ready when it does.

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