Day One Thousand One Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I had not been able to close my eyes in sleep all night. I was compelled by an urgency to intercede for Tomas and Sy on their reconnaissance mission.

Yet the vigil in no way impaired me in my chores come the day. It seemed only to have energized me to further exertion.

In the afternoon I worked with Quasimo on a big project. Our drones kept at the hiding place had fallen into disrepair during the time of our separation in the East and South. He had gathered the necessary parts, and we should have them up and ready by tomorrow.

Elijah saw what we were doing and stopped and forbid us to use them anywhere in the vicinity.

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Day Eight Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Quasimo’s instructions as to the next waypoint on our desert crossing were somewhat vague. We were to direct our march towards the first mountain peak in a grouping of three until a single larger one came into view in the west.

It was easy enough to set our course in the dying light before setting out, but we were left wondering how we could detect the second in the dark. We may have to consider walking in the daylight hours.

We were able to hike for a couple of hours on the bedrock before it was subsumed again by the desert sands.

Then our pace greatly slowed. Whereas we had been quite talkative before, we fell silent with the exertion.