DAY THIRTEEN: NOVEMBER 07 2025

Just settled into my seat on my first part of my journey. On an encrypted data-link. Pinging my online system's security as I upload this entry.

All seems good. If it's not people hacking your network and accessing your data it's people hacking your DNA. HA!

Your immune system is no firewall against a breach on your DNA.

Depart in 20 minutes. Heading SW. 10 hours overnight. Arrive 9.15am.

Today dragged on. Had my last meal at home for a while. Cleaned up. Took one last look at the stacks of hardcopy books in the hallway and living room. Most I'm carrying digitally anyway, but they'll be missed. It's the one luxury-personal-attachment I give myself in this world. They can be given away when the time comes and more collected wherever I find myself living. They are not allowed to hold me down. My backpack is bad enough.

I once took a flight across country, two hours there, two hours back. It was for a meeting in the other city. I took my jacket, mobile and my pad. No carry-on luggage. No baggage to check in. I walked on and walked off. For some reason that was the most liberating feeling I've ever had in my life - if you don't count taking a piss in the wilderness without clothes on. No hands required.

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The wheels are in motion: did the dermasvirus transfer onto the lady handing out our drinks orders. I think she thought I was coming on to her. Yeah, likely!

We have officially passed the point of no return.

I've sent a message to the others.

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No damn response.

I'm just going to let the passing lights and gentle thrum of the tracks drift me off to sleep.

DAY FOURTEEN...

DAY TWELVE: NOVEMBER 06 2025

Plane and train tickets have been bought. Hire cars at various areas have been booked and paid for upfront: all with anonymous business accounts.

A few days till the real journey begins. My bag is packed. Travel light.

The team will keep me posted on our subject while I'm on the road. I'll likewise be sending them daily summaries. I haven't had any contact with them today. I think they are filling their respective lavatories and receptacles with bile and diced carrots.

I won't lie, I've felt the urge to dry heave my conscience. But that's all it was dry. No substance.

I must say this journal has been rather cathartic. Seeing my intentions, goals and purpose laid out in black and white makes me aware of the enormity of the task before us. Before me.

Before me?

After me?

What then?

A world of possibilities.

I expect the next few reports on our subject are going to be revealing. There is going to be a dramatic shift. One that will not go unnoticed.

Soon we will need access to her social online connections, doctor and lab results. But that's already set up and accessed. Our penetration is more than just dermal, skin deep. We are diving through the rotting surface of the world, and into it's writhing bloody cancerous mass and pulling hard.

DAY THIRTEEN...