I haven’t had a lot of time but there also hasn’t been a lot to blog about.
Dr. Cranor is apparently seriously concerned by what she calls “the gaps in my education”. It’s not just the shooting range. She’s got me signed up for self-defense classes, first aid, disaster response training, and some weird kind of hybrid fitness regimen that’s like cardio meets parkour. I don’t even know.
There are some up sides. In the first place, it’s cool that we have the opportunity to take these extra classes. I mean, we’re all cooped up in what’s basically a very big but still kind of claustrophobic bunker. I’m also after just one week in much better shape than I was when I got here. Learning how to move more confidently and handle my body really helps when it comes to schlepping boxes around, climbing up and down those ladders, and moving around the catwalks.
You know, I wouldn’t mind doing the grunt work so much if I had some idea what it was all for. Dr. Cranor won’t discuss the science behind her experiments with me. When I hear her talking about it—more often just muttering to herself than with any of her colleagues—it doesn’t make any sense. It’s definitely got something to do with high energy particle physics, but to do the kind of work I think she thinks she’s doing, you’d need some kind of immense particle accelerator like the one they have at CERN. Her apparatus is large, but it would fit in a silo.
It’s all very technical looking. I just don’t know what it does, except produce color-coded toxic waste.