Monday November 4, 2002:
Had two visitors to the Hazard Course this morning, which makes this a real red letter day I can tell ya.
I was just sipping my second cup of coffee when a pair of scientists came into the room. I recognised one one them, a Russian. His name was Ivan Olegivich, but all the guards called him ‘The Space Biker,’ because … well, he wasn’t your typical scrawny poindexter, put it that way. More of a Hell’s Angel. He was huge like a big bear, with a big bushy beard and and flattop haircut, wearing one of the older HEV models. A mk III.
The other guy was my friend from the other day, the Tom Green lookalike.
“Hello,” said the Space Biker. “Just showing the new one around.”
“Yeah yeah” I said, waving them away. I wasn’t in the mood for meet-and-greets.
The two of them chatted for a while, Ivan showing the new guy the ins-and-outs of the course. I left them to it: I was racking up a helluva score on Minesweeper.
Eventually they finished up, but before they departed, the newbie came up to me with his hand outstretched, as if to introduce himself. I just grunted noncommittally at him, and he backed off. I’m not planning on making friends with the lab boys anytime soon. They have my world, I have mine, and never the twain shall meet.