See, I told you all! Eventually it all blew over. Thanks to the only one who can actually write code besides @Gene Sequins, Kay and Silverfawn, as well as the rest of us, are safe. Of course, it would have been okay if we had just let it happen, but that's okay. Finally, we can wrap up our investigations and worries regarding the ASAS dance. As for you, Gene, we'll let PsyCorps deal with your misconduct.

In case you all are wondering, no, I am no longer freaking out about the re-sequencing. Why? I've figured it out.
Something is wrong with the gene pool. And MORMO has decided eliminate the flaws. Two students at PsyHigh, @Kayla May and @Silverfawn, have "perfect genes," or genes that can be used to re-sequence the universe. So if my calculations are correct, for most of us it will only hurt for one tiny second, and then the universe will be back to normal again. Unfortunately, for Kay and Silverfawn it might take a bit longer. But who knows? It really depends on what dimension they get cast into.
So stop losing your cool. It's just science.

I talked to the infirmary for @Sarah Tonin today. Sarah, they said they'd call your room to let you know you can go down there. I also planned a little more for my academic road trip. I've decided that this is a "just me" kind of thing. You know, with all of the trying to rediscover the body and stuff.
@Gretel was with this new kid, @Alexander. He had a notebook with him and seemed to be asking deep questions. Maybe he works for PsyTimes? He seems cool, and I'd like to get to know him better. He also seems like a great mind to read, I'd like to practice reading minds, because I just learned how to do that.
I got my test back. Thank goodness for Joey, a junior, who told me a whole story about a Canadian photosynthetic koala spy before I took the test. I thanked him for helping me, and he said "I didn't even know you had a test!"
Thom says he wants to come with me on my soul-quest, but he can't. This will be extremely difficult to tell him. Ah, well, he'll probably just sneak into my bag and crawl into my lap while I'm driving.
Oh, it's my half birthday today! That means I'll start learning how to drive exactly one year from today! I mean, legally. I can already drive, but whatever.
Well, I'll be packing. Hasta la vista, viva la vida, y otros frases del Español.
-პ

Would you like for me to talk to the nurses for you, @Sarah Tonin? They'll TOTALLY understand. They're cool like that.

Ok, you didn't have anything to do with this, @Neuman Grange. And honestly, there's no shame in using placebos to help kids meet other kids. And your ability is cool, too. But what is @Gene Sequins talking about, with the "ERADICATION/RESEQUENCING" biz? And who IS "MORMO"?
We need to find the truth, before we meet the end of PsyHigh.

one_step_auth_command.bui

Username: p845

Password: ************

ACCESS OUT OF SYSTEM
Initializing...

sys_log=true;
@Neuman Grange=contacted;

ACCESS GRANTED

user_command int...
{question:"What is the machine planning?"
statement:"People are worried."
question:"Why @Silverfawn and @Kayla May?"
define:"MORMO"
//*tag:@Gene Sequins*//
}

Waiting for response...

*runs around campus screaming*
*stops for breath*
*screams more*
*loses voice*
I know what to do. I am going to interact with the new machine.
It's the only way to clear this up. Obviously, Stanley Floyd disliked the new machine for some reason.
Wish me luck.

Hey journal. When you're stuck in a hole when you're supposed to be in class, what do you think about? You think about how, in a year and three days, I can start learning how to drive! Actually, I shouldn't think about that, the last time I did my stepdad almost got into three accidents!
@Kayla May's talk about lesbianism and its effects on psychic energy gave me a GREAT IDEA. Why don't we start an LGBT community at PsyHigh? My old school has a gay-straight alliance.
Why was I stuck in a hole again? Oh that's right, it's because I heard about the destruction and reconfiguration of the world as we know it. And now it's time for me to get out of here, I have to sleuth out another case regarding potentially a secret agency, maybe the end of the world, and most definitely the never ending mystery referred to as the new machine.
HELP! HELP! I'M STUCK IN A HOLE! I NEED TO GET TO CLASS! THOM?OMEGA?
*screams*
Well, looks like I'll be here a while. If you're reading this, please abandon whatever class you're in now and come to the midnight purple lilies. I'm the head that's screaming like crazy.
-პ

"Oh, jeez," said the inspector. "What now?"
"Someone's left these out on a table in the cafeteria, with a note. We're supposed to look at each one individually."
I did as the note said.
"Oh my God!" he cried.
"Mozziponi di santi!" I exclaimed.
"In all that's good and holy!"
"Holy. Crap."
"We have to catch this guy."
"Yeah."
"He's a phony, and he ruined the good, honest fun of school dances."
"Yeah!"
"That's supposed to be the job of the socially awkward!"
"Ye- wait, what?"
He stood up and picked up his phone. "Sharon, this school's on lockdown," he spit into the mouthpiece. "No one gets in or out. LuLu, go find the squirrels. Pearline, you know the best hiding places for a bad soul to hide. Go go go!"

And that's how I came to capture Stanley Floyd, a demon posing as a student at PsyHigh, who hates squirrels, parties, and computer nerd cults, and found the perfect oppurtunity to expel his hatred on everyone at the school.

Whoa-wait. Psyhigh has a homecoming? I didn't even know they had a football team!