The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise, slowly but surely, reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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Every message, every signal,

and every attempt to communicate with the surface was met with the same response. Turn the wheel.

I couldn't take it anymore. My co-pilot's body was slumped against me, blood trickling down from the back of his head and tapping against my suit.

This base made it difficult to push him away,

but I didn't try anyway. I could only focus on one thing. The door. My mind was practically

screaming at me. It was a real painful sensation that made me grasp my head with my hands.

I knew that if I only took hold of the control panel,

I could turn the wheel with the mechanical arms and end of the horrible feeling.

If I opened the door, it would all go away.

I felt angry, irrationally anxious.

It was horrible.

I screamed and smashed the computer against the cabin wall.

I watched the screen glitch turn off entirely.

I huffed for a few moments before I realized what I'd done.

I recovered the computer and tried to turn it on.

I failed the first time, but on the second, the screen lit up, though there was a large line running through it.

As I reconnected it to the submarine system, something appeared in the corner of the screen.

It was a message.

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