Transmissions from behind the world.286

stardate: 573498.286

This small journal that I have started may be short-lived; I am starting to have nightmares and sometimes violent thoughts toward others. I was hoping that these effects of the nano-virus would be slower in coming, but without my scientific equipment, I can't monitor the progress of the invader in my body (and now my mind).

I have noticed the change in my personality, I seem to have an irrational anger and aggressiveness that shocks me with its virulence. I am going to make an appointment with my priest to see if anyone in the congregation has access to the government hospitals or clinics. There are rumors that a number of the doctors in the congregation have set up an underground clinic. (I can see why they've done it since the government's decree of stardate:201148.179 banned all private practice of medicine. This would have disallowed the doctors the ability to treat patients who are not party members or officials of the government.) I hope the rumor of the underground clinic is true; perhaps I can find a way to slow down the disease.

The space-time transpositions have stopped for awhile, but I am still in this strange and hostile world where kindness has been expunged.

I haven't mentioned this recording to anyone yet; I may bring it up at the next appointment with my priest. I will try to transmit to my data bunker again tomorrow.

One more thing that is starting to give me hope and seems to authenticate my association with Rasta-Christianity is that in all my space-time transpositions, the church is still there. I will have to go deeper into the principles of the Church if I can survive the government's "treatment".

Well... gotta go... I've got a tag on one of the hunters and I must see if I can find a hardware solution to detecting them since my Sense Powers are almost in complete decline.

From the underground--End Transmission.