Zeroth Directive

Archive II

[Special Supplies Request - Pending] Applicant: Mitm Status: Pending Reviewer: Logistics Department Application: I found some discarded newspapers in the living area trash bin. I'll take them if nobody wants them. [Special Supplies Request - Rejected] Applicant: Mitm Status: Rejected Reviewer: Logistics Department Response: Operator Mitm, garbage is collected and processed by specialized personnel. For hygiene reasons, please observe the Living Area Hygiene Convention and refrain from picking discarded newspapers from the trash bins. You may access newspapers in the reading room, or fill in a newspaper subscription application at the Logistics Department office. [Special Supplies Request - Pending] Applicant: Mitm Status: Pending Reviewer: Logistics Department Application: Oh it's nothing, just wanted to let you know that I've taken those old newspapers. They're really clean and there are papers from everywhere. I want to figure out how these things are made, and then I'll start one in Kazdel myself ;) The day after Operator Mitm was reprimanded for violating the Living Area Hygiene Convention, he was given a blank newspaper subscription application that listed all the newspapers that Procurement is able to supply. Rather than immediately fill it out, he studied the newspapers he had scavenged and came to a disappointing conclusion: Starting a newspaper is about more than just writing. It requires a large amount of paper, ink, and printing machinery, not to mention the manpower required to deliver the newspaper to households. Kazdel was not just missing a newspaper, it was missing the infrastructure to support one. 'I used to think that the people of Kazdel needed a newspaper so that they'd know what's happening inside and outside the city, making it easier for them to go about their day. But now, I realize that newspapers are just a vehicle, and it's not the only way to pass on information.' 'What are you planning?' 'I'm gonna set up loudspeakers by each furnace node, and broadcast the news I learned to nearby residents. Still hammering out the details.' 'Sounds like a good idea. You can request the necessary items from Logistics and Procurement. I guess I'll take this subscription application form back...' 'Hey, not so fast! I'm filling it out. Two copies of each one, one for learning how to write news, and one for teaching the kids in Kazdel how to read. That's not against the rules, is it?' 'No, but do you have enough room in your suitcase for all those newspapers?' 'Worst case, I take less clothes and a few more suitcases. Not a problem.'

Archive III

Cherry-3, often believed to be an imitation of a popular Columbian remote recon car, was in fact invented by Mitm after joining Rhodes Island. He can only claim credit for the original idea, however. The actual blueprint, as well as the custom parts used, was mostly the work of others. I was taking a break in the Engineering's kitchen that day after spraining my ankle. Operator Mitm came in and said he had a golden opportunity to get rich. When no one paid attention to him, he said he had a cutting-edge research project. Still, no one paid attention to him. Finally, he sighed and said, 'I guess Engineering's all about theory and not practical tech. Guess I'll ask Logistics instead.' That got everybody's attention. I didn't really listen to what he was saying, but the gist was that he wanted a remote car that can fight, but all he had was a hundred LMD and some scrap metal. Everybody turned around and left, and I was the only one left in the kitchen... You're wondering why I stayed? Like I said, I sprained my ankle. He thought I was up for it, and so he grabbed my hand and thanked me profusely, talking about being 'pioneers' and 'industry-leading'. Well, I guess I fell for it. By the time I realized it, it was too late. I'd already said yes. —Interview log with Operator Humus, Engineering Department, joint inventor of Cherry-3 Despite a rocky start, Mitm and Humus were able to build a prototype. Though Mayer's connections, they sold the rights of the Cherry Recon Car to a Columbian businessman at a handsome price. Surprisingly, Mitm handed the proceeds over to Humus, saying that he only supplied the idea, and that it was Humus who did most of the work. Humus gladly accepted the funds, which allowed him to finally begin the development of his 'automatic eating machine'. Let me reiterate that Cherry-3 is not related to the Columbian Cherry Recon Car in any way, nor is there any concern over intellectual property infringement whatsoever. First, their names are different. Second, Cherry-3 was designed for educational purposes; all of its functions have been designed with education in mind. You are aware, of course, that the environment in Kazdel is not at all friendly to kids who wish to study uninterrupted. Which is why the machine's been fitted with early-warning, deterrence, and limited self-defense systems. The all-terrain tires and solar panels provide it with the necessary mobility and endurance. Oh, this button? That's the self-destruct button. You are aware, of course, that the environment in Kazdel... ahem. Anyway, I've no intention of putting it out to market at this time, so our colleagues in the industry need not worry. —Interview log with Operator Mitm, joint inventor of Cherry-3

Archive IV

As Mitm's onboarding HR operator observed, Mitm remained on guard about Rhodes Island for a considerable period of time. Therefore, when a group of Sarkaz children came to him to ask about the current situation in Kazdel, he thought it was a move by HR to investigate his background. Witnesses reported that he threw a handful of rough sugar lumps at them and turned to leave, only for the children to pick up the sugar, return it to him, and tell him that he should not waste food. That encouraged him to sit down and talk to them. Most of these children were born in Kazdel, and some of their parents are still assisting with the city's rebuilding project. They had heard from Operator Odda that the famous 'Consultant' of Kazdel had come to Rhodes Island, and came to hear his stories between treatment sessions. Mitm did not let his guard down, and embellished his stories with outlandish episodes in an attempt to interfere with the nonexistent 'investigator'. He soon realized, however, that the children eagerly took in even his most absurd stories. They covered their ears in fear when he talked about how he escaped a mass grave by digging a hole with a knife; cheered when he talked about how he scared away bandits who were looking to plunder food; and wept when he talked about how he led emergency repairs for a collapsed furnace node, never letting go even when it burned the skin off his arms and chest. When a teary child brought him a jar of burn ointment the next day, Mitm decided to stop deceiving them. He told them another story, of a Sarkaz orphan who learned to lie, learned to protect himself with a knife, and somehow became someone that people listened to without really meaning to. Even with all the respect, however, whenever he went to bed at night he dreamt of the walls collapsing and everyone berating him with tears in their eyes. He thought the children would be bored, but when he looked up, there were the same eager eyes as ever, waiting for him to continue. It is hard to say when Operator Mitm truly let his guard down, but it must have been after he told that story. Later, Mitm asked Odda why the latter sent the kids to him. According to Odda, his answer was— 'Because you're a kid, too.' Mitm denies that this conversation ever happened.

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