Null and Void: Log Five - In Bok We Distrust

Transcript of the fifth recovered log. Found at Site 237-A, Sector G.

(The camera turns on, showing a weary-looking Radruk-gren. A bandage has been wrapped thickly around his head, and the occasional chatter of the B-0K android can be heard in the background.)

Okay, well, I guess I have company now.

(A warbling electronic voice calls out)

Good morning, Radruk’gren! Based on your oxygen levels, you’re alive. Congratulations!

(Radruk-gren rubs at his eyes, wincing slightly.)

Thank you, Bok. Good morning.

(B-0K comes into view, standing close to Radruk-gren)

Daily quota: 4.1 metric tons of ore unprocessed. Progress: 0%. Status: Under Review. If the daily quota continues to fall short, you and your crew are in danger of being recalled to Brarcolyn and fined.

I'm aware of that, Bok. Thank you.

If you would like, I can take you through the orientation and training process again. Perhaps you don't fully understand how to use the tools provided for you.

Start the Saga! Read 'The Old Universe: Books One & Two' here.

No! Please. I don't need to hear the orientation again. Five times was plenty. Why don't you catalog our inventory of plastic spoons? It's absolutely vital for mission success.

Of course, Radruk'gren. I am here to help.

(B-0K shambles off camera, knocking over something as it leaves the room. Radruk'gren rubs his temples and sighs.)

So, that's Bok. He's...very unhelpful. When I woke up, he had dragged me up the ladder and bandaged my head. I guess I whacked it pretty good when I fell off the ladder, and he patched me up. I found some logs that indicated he was malfunctioning so they welded him down there and reported that he was destroyed. I...can kind of see why.

(B-0K can be heard counting loudly from another room.)

One spoon...two spoons...three spoons...four spoons...

Bok! Please! Count to yourself. You can give me the grand total when you're done, okay buddy?

Of course, Radruk-gren! I am here to help.

(Radruk-gren looks into the camera.)

I might let the cyanovores and the gloom howlers eat me.

(Transmission Ends)