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// AMIS Private Files 2 
// Story: The Dangers of Personal Growth 
// by Silent Whisper 
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Cycle 47 - Summer, Day 1, Personal Daily Notes:

Fiddlesticks was quieter today after reading the messages. I asked if she wanted any personal status updates sent, and she declined, saying that she was feeling just fine, thank you very much. Per regulations, I have submitted her mental state to the Solar Corporation’s systems exactly as she self-reported. Fine. 

She then took an unscheduled break in her office with the door shut. It sounded like she must have dropped many heavy things, against the wall, repeatedly. I blame a below-mandatory-reporting-level super-localized gravity shift, since she was in a fine mental state and would never throw things in an odd fit of temper. When she exited the office, she appeared to be far less tense, and on the whole uninjured from the strange gravity shift. 

One coffee mug has been added to the requisition request sheet. Neither of us discussed this; she seemed unusually interested in the daily care of the greenhouse today. A pity that most of the automated systems have very little to do without the seedling shipment. It did not take long for her attention to drift.

All systems normal. 37 crates of strawberries were packaged to be delivered, 2 crates more than the projected harvest. Fiddlesticks says it is best to always slightly underestimate how many we can deliver by a few crates, so that when harvest time comes we usually look like we’re doing better than expected, within reason. It is against Solar Corporation’s regulations to falsify the official estimates, and I notified her, as was my duty. 

It should be noted that it is not my duty to correct the final calculations of the greenhouse’s supervisor before they are submitted, so no action was taken.

The soil has been sifted and prepared for the seedlings to arrive tomorrow. Our energy usage is significantly lower today than usual, since there is no need to water and actively maintain soil with no plants growing in it, and the excess electricity provided by our solar cell glass has been stored in the auxiliary battery cells for future use. 

Tonight, Fiddlesticks played her musical instrument for two hours and seventeen minutes. I believe this is what she once called “good practice”, and “none of your beeswax why I keep playing this tune, Missy, go monitor the humidity levels or somethin”. I am not programmed to provide musical evaluation. Sometimes, I wonder if that was an intentional oversight on her part.