Day eight, Saturday:
"Almost, but not everything was in place yet. Actually I did guess we would not be going since it was getting too late. We are in the 'Glass Lands', and we are in the middle of nowhere..."
"We will be going to [classified] tomorrow. Surprisingly we are 43 staves
away from the location. Nobody knows why the camp was assembled that far away, other than the 'clones' saying that it is required. It's not like there's a terrain problem and the radiation would be deadly enough as it is if we were unprotected. Everybody's spidar is manufacturing the cellular protectors. I should know. A hundred times increase in radiation would not be a problem. Or more."
"A sufficiently large enough critical fission reaction could over overwhelm the protection... Huh... Still, we are way too far away for that, and the glass is about a half a stave
thick at the location, and [classified] is under that, so..."
"Well...we'll be 'up close and personal' tomorrow. Finally."[not specified], Sunday: