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BRIEFING NOTE:
The following are extracts from debriefing interviews with the subjects of this dossier, Kady Grant and Ezra Mason. The interviews were conducted shortly after the evacuation of Kerenza.

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ALEXANDER-78V

united terran navy
alexander fleet

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Grant, Kady—
Psych Profile/Conscript Suitability Asessment
Incept: 02/17/75

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suggests Ms. Grant is considerably more capable than her test results indicate. When contrasted with the early training exercises she undertook in the Hypatia's makeshift educational facility, her current outcomes are less than impressive. Simply put, she doesn't want to score the sorts of results that would get her into neurogramming training program.

ㅤㅤTEAMWORK: Ms. Grant does not work well with others. The accounts of her peers indicate she was previously a relatively social girl at school, although she did not have a large number of close friends. It is clear that she now prefers her own company. She is, frankly, demoralizing to others in a group situation.

ㅤㅤATTITUDE: Ms. Grant displays strong anti-establishment sentiments and has an awkward habit of questioning authority figures at all the wrong moments. This, combined with the intelligence she tries so hard to conceal, makes her something of a liability. It doesn't appear ego is at play, as she is content to be viewed as average. Rather, it appears her queries and (often successful) attempts at destabilization are driven by her personal belief.

ㅤㅤCONCLUSION:
⬜ Conscript — Priority 1
⬜ Conscript — Priority 2
⬜ Conscript — Priority 3
⛝ Do Not Conscript

ㅤㅤCOMMENTS: We'd expend more time combating her games and forcing her to get some work done than could be compensated for by her output. It appears she's willing to leave us alone if we leave her alone, and there are better candidates for recuitment.

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CORPENICUS MEDICAL
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LABORATORY REPORT

Science Officer : Tobias Salinger, MD
Assisting : Teressa Shteyngart, MD

INCEPT : 07/12/75

Hour 14

ㅤㅤSubject 72 displaying behavior patterns typical with early Phobos Alpha victims; increased adrenaline levels, heart palpitations/hyperventilation, tremors, and general unease/nameless dread. Symptoms typically manifest 12-24 hours after initial infection with Alpha strain. Symptoms of mutated strain (which we have named Phobos Beta) appear to be more rapid in on-set—the latest batch of lab rats Dr. Shteyngart infected displayed psychotic tendencies within 8 hours.
ㅤㅤI theorize Phobos Alpha was designed to be spread by initially encouraging minor fear responses, and only debilitates its carrier with time. Initially (and insidiously), victims will seek out other human contact—particularly that of loved ones—in attempts to deal with the dread (like a frightened infant might seek its mother). The victim often seeks physical comfort (hand holding, embraces), ultimately increasing the chances of spreading infection. It's genius, really. Awful, horrifying genius.

Hour 22

ㅤㅤSubject 72 has entered a state of full catatonia. Symptoms include; muscle rictus, lowered heart rate and core temperature, and limited pupillary response. Lack of proper equipment and trained personnel make this theory difficult to confirm, but I suspect infection initally targets the sensory cortex and not the thalamus as Dr. Shteyngart suggested. However, we both agree the effect on the amygdala (decodes emotions; determines possible threats) is profound—afflicted people will often convince themselves they are not afflicted, for fear of punishment/persecution/the isolation of quarantine.
ㅤㅤI had intended to begin comparing the cellular resistance of Alpha and Beta, however, one of the assistants (Jane, lovely girl) dropped an entire batch of Beta infected bloodwork on the floor. Glass everywhere. Not her fault, really; there's too many of us crowded here. I was considering sending them all off to get some sleep, but if we don't crack this, nobody will. Besides, it's good to be around people. The thought of being alone right now is terribly disconcerting.

Hour 27

ㅤㅤSubject 72 is still in state of paralysis. BPM and breathing below half of human norms.
ㅤㅤI have reviewed Dr. Shteyngart's work on the damage the virus inflicts on synaptic vessels and found several errors. I swear that woman wouldn't know a hippocampus from a hippopotamus. One would think since she's co-authoring this report she'd spend more time helping with it, instead of enjoying our good captain's company. Someone more prone to paranoia might suspect she's simply looking to steal my work and publish it herself.
ㅤㅤPresuming we ever make it to a bloody jump gate. Presuming they want us to make it to a jump gate.

Hour 28

ㅤㅤSubject 72 is showing minor muscle movement. Heart rate increased 12 percent in the last 30 minutes. Body's immune system is fighting the pathogen; as previously surmised, Alpha strain was never intended to permanently disable victims. Still, Subject 72 is displaying remarkable resilience for something so inherently weak.
ㅤㅤ23 of us packed in this tiny lab. 46 eyes. Sweating away in these flimsy hazmat suits. So thin. So feeble. So little between it and us and us and it.
ㅤㅤMy foot hurts. My skin itches. Jane asked if I was well. Nosy little slip. None of her business. Couldn't tell her, though, no. Smile and nod, smile and nodnodnodnod.
ㅤㅤOne of the assistants (can't remember his name. Roberts? Robins?) talks to himself beneath his breath as he works. Thinks no one can hear him but I can.
ㅤㅤI hear.
ㅤㅤI see.
ㅤㅤOh, god.

Hour 29

ㅤㅤShteyngart is finally back in the lab. I wonder if she had time to shower. Wonder if I peeled that suit open if I'd smell the captain's stink.
ㅤㅤShe's off dining in Ryker's quarters and whispering her lies about me and meanwhile I'm stuck down here with these ignorant monkeys muttering to themselves and ████ing each other with their eyes and all the while things are getting worse and no one is doing anything to stop it but me.
ㅤㅤJane is looking at me again. With those pretty green things floating in her head.
ㅤㅤStop looking at me.

Hour 30

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HYPATIA

hypatia communications system

To: Ezra Mason/EMASONALEXANDERONBOARD
From: Kady Grant/KGRANTHYPATIAONBOARD
Date: 07/20/75
Timestamp: 10:00
Text: Hey Ezra,

I’ve tried writing this email ten times already and I can’t get it right, so I’m just going to send this through, whatever it ends up saying. I’m sorry I didn’t write you back. I should have. I mean, when you say “I’m never going to speak to you again,” you don’t think your planet’s going to be invaded that afternoon. It was more, you know, an opening position on negotiations. I was angry. But you said in your email maybe the universe was telling us it wasn’t going to work out. You’re the most romantic idiot I know, so I guess if you think so, it must be true. That stung, but still, I’m sorry I didn’t write back. Because yeah, I should have let you know I was okay. I’m still on the Hypatia, I’m in intel training. Since I heard about the Copernicus, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you—this is not me retracting my promise to kick you into the soprano range if you ever come near me again, but I had to check you’re okay. So, let me know if you’re okay, then we can go back to being … whatever we are now.

Kady

Message Status: DRAFT — DISCARDED
To: Ezra Mason/EMASONALEXANDERONBOARD
From: Kady Grant/KGRANTHYPATIAONBOARD
Date: 07/20/75
Timestamp: 17:15
Text: Well, we are awkward at this.

But thanks for messaging back. Everybody here is talking about the Cyclone pilots. They put out a PIR about how you all rescued the shuttles from the Copernicus. What’s it like to be a hero? I guess your meeting is getting measured for medals, right? Anyway, what was facing down the Lincoln like? And the rescue? It seems kind of weird that the Lincoln could just come out of nowhere like that. How did it all happen? Also, my friend here is wondering about the survivor lists becauseASDLKDGFKNDFGJBE MORE SUBTLE KADY LIKE A BRICK WHY DON’T YOU?

Message Status: DRAFT — DISCARDED
To: Ezra Mason/EMASONALEXANDERONBOARD
From: Kady Grant/KGRANTHYPATIAONBOARD
Date: 07/20/75
Timestamp: 17:35
Text: Uh oh

They do have me in the neurogramming program, but I don’t like the sound of those odds. Time for a career change, if only I had a choice. I’d be okay, coming over to the Alexander, to be honest. I bet you guys have more information than us. You’re the military, you have a whole intelligence wing, right? Then again, if what they’re saying is true, the Lincoln snuck right up on us. Is that what really happened? Anyway, the Alexander would be okay. My quarters here aren’t with anyone I knew back on Kerenza, and even if everybody went through the same thing with the evac, it’s still … I don’t want to say lonely, because that sounds so ungrateful. We’re the ones that got out. I know things didn’t end well, but I think if the attack hadn’t come maybe we’d have found some way to at least still be friends. And you know, maybe … A year together can’t mean nothing. I thought

Message Status: DRAFT — DISCARDED
To: Ezra Mason/EMASONALEXANDERONBOARD
From: Kady Grant/KGRANTHYPATIAONBOARD
Date: 07/20/75
Timestamp: 17:57
Text:

... ████

DISCARD
SYSTEM FLUSH