Monday September 23, 2002:
After a week on the Sector A detail, I’ve got my routine here down pat. It’s pretty boring for the most part, but I’m left to my own devices … literally. If I wasn’t for Minesweeper I’d have gone crazy by now.
The Hazard Course isn’t used an awful lot; it’s meant for the guys who wear these big orange spacesuits. HEV suits they call them – to deal with radioactive stuff. Seems like most of the scientists avoid hard exercise the same way I put off reading bank statements. Still, I do get a kick out of watching them running around, crawling through pipes and leaping over hurdles. Better than Gladiators on TV.
The rest of the time I’m just keeping an eye on the cameras. I tell you what, it would be more fun if this place wasn’t such a sausage-fest. There are women scientists at Black Mesa, but the old glass ceiling still applies. So much for ‘A Better Future for all Mankind.’ I suppose womankind is out of the picture.
The only gal I see down here is the holographic instructor for the science team. I suppose the holograms are based off of real people, because Miller’s hologram runs the security course, but I’d love to meet this woman in person. She is a babe. Looks like that chick from The X-Files. She only ever talks about the functions of her high-impact armour, but I’m more interested in what’s underneath it, if you know what I mean!
I think I’m starting to fall for her diary. I’m telling ya, it gets pretty lonely down here.