STATUS RePORT [CLASSIFI^ED]

It is my executive opinion that we should cease treatment immediately. Unfortunately I’ve been overruled on that enough times already. You damn bleeding-heart types are gonna be the end of us all someday. At the very least I’m vetoing any attempts to repair the broken wing. We’d have to rebuild it from scratch at this point and their gyros are still busted enough that they’d only crash again if they tried to fly— and believe me, they would try. This latest little “escape act” all but proves that.

I’ll do what I can to keep them online for now. (You’d better!) But really… I’ve sent reports about Antimony being dangerous over and over and over and gotten the same replies every time. “They’re hurting!” “We have to help!” “Their comms are broken anyway!” “They’ve barely hurt anyone, they’ve got no way to contact anyone outside, and the only unrepairable damages they’ve caused have been to themself!” And I get it. I really do! Despite everything I said at the start, (And the whole rest of the time, too?) I really wanted to trust them.

But I think I’ve figured it out. All of it. They didn’t come here to spy, or to call in for attacks, or even to attack us themself— despite what their recent actions might indicate. The threat here is something worse.

For the entire time Antimony has been in my care, my equipment has been malfunctioning on an unprecedented level. It started out small. Little glitches here and there. Tangent dismissed it as just being due for replacements (which WAS true anyway) but getting updated hardware only helped for a few cycles before the problems reoccurred. And it’s only been getting worse. Little errors have been going unnoticed for who knows how long. There’s no telling how far this has spread. The worst part: even I’ve been off-kilter.

Listen. I realize this sounds irrational, but at this point I’m convinced. Something about their mere presence in a room just… breaks things. They cause errors. That’s why they’re here. To tear us apart from the inside without us even knowing. It explains everything! Not just the busted equipment, but their own issues, too— why I can never get their auto-repair to kick in properly, the constant holes in their memory circuits, the busted gyros! They’re not just breaking us, they’re breaking themself.

Nobody’s ever going to let me make the call to get rid of them, I know that. But please, please— do something.

(...Scrap.)