Garbage Processing Log

The **Garbage Processing Log** is a log.

## Location

It can be obtained by examining a book in the Trash Dump. The book is located on a desk inside the building.

## Log text

Day 1
First day on the new job. I can't believe this. What a joy to be here. What a sudden and complete surprise to be promoted to Head Garbage Processing Officer.

It would be nice if there were another officer here to teach me the job, but I guess he fell into the feed chute last week. I have made a note not to do this.

Day 2
I'm starting by reading all available notation regarding the trash compactor. If Spacer's Choice believes that I, a humble chemist, am suited to such lofty work, then I will do my best to succeed at it. Unfortunately, the operating manual for the compactor is covered in bloodstains, which does make it difficult to understand.

Day 3
Compactor was making weird noises today. I thought it was a problem with the compression chamber, so I spent most of the afternoon troubleshooting with the manual. Turns out a sprat had gotten into the hopper.

Day 5
THE EMERGENCY STOP DOES NOT WORK.

Day 8
My arms are killing me. And my back. And... let's see, yep, my shoulders. Most of me aches. I thought this was supposed to get easier! Guess I'm not used to physical labor yet. I'm seriously considering microdosing with Adrena-Time. Maybe once they've gotten a few more of the kinks sorted out... assuming the idiots over at the CHEM Lab have stopped bickering long enough to do their jobs.

Day 19
What am I even doing here? I'm a chemist, for Law's sake! I don't know how any of this works! I'm surprised I have both arms left, not that anyone else ever comes by the shack to notice.

Day 33
I don't know why I'm bothering with the log. No one's going to read it. No one has any intention of reading it. It's pen and paper! They could at least pretend to give a flying Fish Stix and give me a datalog. This is spratshit.

Day 52
Today I compacted a marauder's corpse into a tiny cube of meat, just to see what it would look like. I should have felt disgusted, but when I looked at the end result, I didn't feel a thing.

Day 76
Is there something I'm meant to do to maintain the machine? Maybe... oil it, or something?

Day 100
What a milestone!

Day 101
Made a game out of lobbing sprats into the compactor's hopper. Gave myself extra points for the live ones. What have I become.

Day 140
I wonder what it would look like to run a mantiswarm through the feed chute? What would it look like all crushed down into a tiny cube?

Day 183
Got a message from the mine to come out and clean up some kind of cargo rail accident. Had to trek all the way out there just to tell them I don't deal with fluids. Morons.

Day 211
Here's me at my lowest: I've been picking out the most hazardous trash I can find and am saving it up to do something nasty to Clarence's place. Need to figure out which room is his.

Day 231
What if I just... dove in there? Law, that would hurt. Imagine how slowly and painfully it would crush my body down into juice and meat and shards of bone...

Day 269
The mine crew is still after me to clean up their little accident. Like I'm not up to my ears in garbage out here. Bodily fluids are outside my wheelhouse. Any bodily fluids from compressing organic material are just incidental.

Day 275
I'm done with this log. I'm done with everything. Maybe I'll let the garbage pile up forever. Maybe it'll pile up so high it'll spill out across the canyon and drown everything and everyone.

I can only hope.