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Workers of the Moon -- UNITE!

Are you tired of working without the benefit of day or night to define your hours?

Are you fed up working only for tips, frequently in hard-to-exchange interplanetary currency?

Have you HAD IT with bland, no-color jumpsuits?

It's time we came together and asserted the POWER OF THE MOON WORKERS!

Hi. I'm Moonmaid Urella, Level III Housekeeping Staff on Moon Base. For too long, Moon Base has exploited our love of low gravity and dance parties and run this busy Moon Base through our hard work. We're now organizing the first moon workers union, the ULWU - The United Lunar Workers United.

Our demands include:

A minimum wage of 42 Lunar Dollars (LD) an hour.

14-day shifts

More - NO! Wait! I mean less! - PSHEDM (Psychic Sedative Hypnotic Electronic Dance Music). Now only for 7 hours a day.

Our choice of jumpsuit color. I personally am pushing for Cosmic Cobalt.

If you're a Lunar Service Worker and are ready to stand up for your rights, meet me in Rec Room 12 at midnight tonight to create our charter and start a better life for all workers on the moon!!!

Hey everybody. I'm back on solid ground, and feelin' much better.

And I'm not mad at all at @Morgan le Roq. I know she did the best she could, and her bein' hypnotized most the time sure wasn't her fault. She's still a great friend. The only person we should be mad at is that @$!#! Mackcenzie, if she weren't dead. And MORMO, whatever the heck that is.

I got better real quick back on earth - no more dizzy spells. They called in my old Chugach shaman - the one who fished me out of that cement mixer once upon a time and made me what I am. Turns out I'm just not built for living on the moon - somethin' about the sand and gravel and water that I got mixed up with has connected me directly to the earth. This earth. I'm made of it, and bein' up there on the moon wasn't good for me because it was just too disconnected and far away. So it turns out I'll need to face my issues right here on mother earth, and not out in space.

So I've joined the soccer team. And the ultimate frisbee team. And the swim team! I'm going for varsity in all three. Gonna come out and root for me this year? C'mon everybody, let's RUMBLE!

I feel like such a loser. I let @Concrete Morgan down, I let Psyhigh down, I helped build secret bases for some unknown criminal organisation called MORMO, and I was just basically an idiot.

But Mackenzie seemed so great!!! Like, bigger than a friend, but not quite a teacher. Everything about her was cool. I thought. But the whole time she was warping my mind with pschyo hypnotic dance beats. It will be hard for me to trust anyone ever again.

And @Concrete Morgan. I should have defended her at all costs no matter what. And what did I do? I danced.

Only one good thing has happened. Today I was paid a visit by Leim 10. Who is exactly the same as Leim 9. Just not dead.

Turns out there are only 11 "entities" on Ganymede. Leim is one of them. They not only spotted these illegal spy bases orbiting Ganymede and Jupiter at large, but traced them back to Moon base.

Leim is one of the 11 entities that make up the real whole of the Ganymedian population. Those 11 entities sprout off "Blurps" of themselves (their word, in Galapspin), which fill out the working population of the planet - which means hundreds of thousands of individual Blurbs, all remote offspring of the 11 entities. They have all kinds of sub-numbering systems, but the low numbers are reserved special. Like Leim 9, Leim 10...

Basically, the real Leim is some humongous gelatinous blob that lives inside of Ganymede, with his 10 brothers and sisters - filling thousands of cubic kilometers. They sploot off these puss-filled bags that are like remote versions of themselves to do all the work. When Leim 9 got killed, it was no problem to sploot out a Leim 10 that was just another part of big Leim. It knew and remembered everything that Leim 9 did. So in that sense, Leim didn't really "die" at all.

At least I can feel better about that. No real "murder" took place. Er, well, no, there's Mackenzie. Sigh. Now I just hope I can get through the rest of this, and that @Concrete Morgan will forgive me.

Junior Special Agent LuLu, mopping up on the moon.

Things are quickly returning to normal after last night's raid. Alert Level is down to Burnt Sienna. The base is crawling with Galactic Directorate (in some cases literally), and I've got a ton of paperwork. But I'll be off this lunar trailer park pretty soon now, so that's a plus.

Did I mention I hate dance music? EDM? Especially PSHEDM - Psychic Sedative Hypnotic Electronic Dance Music. Can't stand that crap. I've built up tons of defenses against it over the years. That and earplugs.

Mackenzie's "Disco Dance" nights were working parties. Once she got the kids under, that's when she'd really put them to work - building and deploying Stealth/Micro Space Stations. @Morgan le Roq showed them how to build them. Jacob, the gravity kid, worked his energy into the batteries. Leslie was working her magic in oxygen and hydroponics. And Alexis - the large scale teleportationist - would zap them out to where they needed to be. And none of them would remember a thing, due to the mind control of Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them. They've been pumping these stations out for weeks by the look of it.

Mackenzie needed them for just one more night. She must have been working against a tight deadline to try and pull it off right in front of me. She was overly confident of her "heavy beats" apparently.

Leim 9 was on to her though. He got too close - and I'm betting he knew what he was looking for. Secretly deploying that kind of spy base is completely against every Galactic Directorate agreement Earth has. So who was running this secret, illegal, underground operation on Moon Base? With access to the highest military-grade mind block psycrypto? And using kids from Psyhigh to do it?

And not just using their powers to do it. They set up @Concrete Morgan to take the fall when things with Leim 9 got messy. No pun intended.

Things got a little messy for Mackenzie in the end too. Once I documented their elicit production line I called in the Psychik Pstrike Team to shut it down. We had Mackenzie in custody for about 15 minutes before her bosses pulled the plug on her brain, remotely. But in that quarter hour she spilled a lot of beans. Maybe she knew there was no way out. She confessed to the murder of Leim 9, to making the stations, to Ganymede being their deployment target. But she didn't have any real names or facts to share. Just one code name for it all - MORMO.

As to who or what MORMO is - looks like that question is above my pay grade.

Also looks like all these Psyhigh kids' school trip is over. Time to get @Concrete Morgan back to Earth. The other kids will need to sober up from their techo addiction, and answer some questions from the Galactic Directorate, but they'll be home soon enough too.

Just another week on the job for Junior SPECIAL Agent Lulu.

Special hardass @Junior Agent LuLu maybe isn't so bad after all. She lifted the "assigned to quarters" thing and let us out. She is even letting Mackenzie hold a Disco Dance, which Mackenzie said would be tasteful but that people needed to be together during this time. Which is so true. She is like the greatest study leader ever.

Also she told me she has new Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them! Which really is what I need right now.

Still, so sad. But maybe dancing will help. Mackenzie says the whole base is invited. To pay their respects.

I'm just part of the housekeeping staff on the Moon Base. There's no minimum wage up here but the tips can be HUGE!!! Especially in the diplomatic wing.

Junior Special Agent Lulu, sucking wind on the moon.

There's lots of reasons the Psy Corps wants cadets. Any kind of psychic power can be useful in the field. As an investigator, it's my telepathy that interests them.

We all know it's illegal for the government - or anyone, really - to just flat-out read minds without consent. But there are legal limits to the extent that empathy and mind reading can be employed, as clarified in the Heinzdwarf - the psychic Miranda warning. And there's a lot you can pick up in an interrogation when you know your way around minds like I do.

I interviewed @Morgan le Roq, @sAMUEL PIP, and all the members of her study group - her "pod" - that were at the Disco Dance on the night of the murder. Alexis, Jacob, Leslie. All the kids checked out ok, just all bit fuzzy from their techno dance orgy. I read them all like an open, boring book.

Mackenzie, the group leader, was a different story. During our talk, I stumbled around a bit in her vacuous halls for awhile, but then ran into an obstacle. A big one. She's got a Level 9 Psycurity block on most of her mind. I asked her about it, but she told me she wasn't cleared to talk about it, and I'd have to take it up the chain of command.

This puts me in a difficult position. Bureaucrats.

Of course I talked to @Concrete Morgan too, but there isn't too much of her at home right now. Lights are barely on. I'd like to wrap this up and get her to a proper psych hospital as soon as possible. Otherwise, there might not be much left there.

Still on the hunt for any more people who may have seen or heard something. I'll only have to ask you a few questions.

I really want off Moon Base now. Right now. I want to be anywhere but Moon Base. But the whole base is locked down while they gather all the evidence they need. Yeah "gather the evidence" it's not like they aren't already sure it's @Concrete Morgan and are just making it look like they're doing their "job." I still feel sick. Could it really be her? I don't know.

The interplanetary press is having a field day with the news, though. Seems like nobody really likes the Ganymedians and are happy just to paint them as the ugly, repulsive victims. And any reason to rip on earth they eat up.

All the interplanetary news is reported in Galapspin, which is like the galactic Esperanto, so everybody can understand it. The Ionians are kind of standing up, a little, for the Ganymedians, demanding answers and culprits, but likely just because they're both in the Jupiter system. Those Ionians couldn't be more different looking than the Ganymedians though, so tall and skinny with their long black robes and feather headdresses. And I hear their dogs don't like the Ganymedians at all, and I heard the dogs will rush up an pee on the stumpy, zitty Ganymedians as soon as they see them.

Anyway, I'm sure special hardass @Junior Agent LuLu will have me in for more questions. I'm not supposed to talk with anyone in my Pod, but Mackenzie has been nice and sending me new songs from Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them, so I can at least zone out and listen to that. She's the best.

I did not see anything! But how could I with all the flashing lights?! But I really dig Fantastic Beats and Where to Find them and want to know where I can download it.

My jumpsuit itches.