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Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07036s
Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
Distance 24.33ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3781, QEC adjusted

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Jerome Somerset Pasani, Warrant Master
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The doctor has been continuing his investigation of the mutation
we discovered in the arabidopsis, radishles, sevetine, and
mustards. I have attempted to assist where my limited ability
allows. His search has turned up something odd. We hope it's
a mistake with our methods or contamination of samples, but with
all of the other sensor readings...

Our crops in botany bay one are all showing human protein chains.
Moreover, the gene editing we discovered earlier has been
confirmed to match patterns from several of the crew in cryo. It's
like something picked up their DNA and pasted it onto the damned
arabidopsis. I can't even begin to fathom what could do that, or
why it would want to.

The worst part of it is that Moussa can't say with certainty that
the reverse hasn't happened. We don't have equipment on-board to
sequence crew DNA while in flight. We're just going off personnel
records at this point. It pains me to say this, but the best we
can do is look through the glass and check to make sure no one is
turning green. I'm turning a little green just thinking about it.

Every ache and pain, strange sensation, or QE sensation that we
experience is throwing up warnings. Janssen needed to be relieved
of duty for a time after the data was shared with the others. She
was convinced that roots were growing under her skin. Moussa
Idjani sedated her and Hämäläinen has stayed with her since. I'm
assured that our specialist just had a bit of panic and is ready
for duty again. I wish I had some duty to give her.

With our course corrections made and the fungal infestation
cleared out of cryo, the only mystery remaining is in botany and
the rest of us are simply not much help. Adeyemi is pressuring me
to wake up Xavier and Kroups. Hydroponics & phytology are their
domain. The resources of the Melchizedek will not support us
continuing to wake others, though. Once Moussa confirms his
findings I'll have to make the call.

I have only mentioned to the doctor that I've been experiencing
some strange things myself. With Janssen's reaction I don't want
to cause a general panic. There's been a feeling of increased
pressure in my head, and I've been noticing strange smells around
the ship that others don't seem to notice. Idjani thinks it's
likely stress from our situation, or some byproduct of cryo
affecting my inner-ear. We're monitoring it regardless. If
something were to happen to me, ship control will fall to the
Seriph of Rhetorical Ecclesia, Prezzi Adeyemi. She is more than
capable of completing our mission if it comes to that.

Prezzi, on the off-chance you're reading these logs and something
has happened to me, I have a series of messages on my personal
slot that I'd like you to toss on the relay for me. They're
flagged.

Unrelated to everything else, there's an issue with out sun lamps.
Janssen, Hämäläinen, and I have all been experiencing vitamin
deficiencies that should have been wiped away with an hour or two
in the rays. We're clocking much more time than should be
necessary to keep healthy. I suspect the lamps have malfunctioned
in some way, though it doesn't seem to have the same impact on
Idjani and Adeyemi. Their skin pigmentation, perhaps?

Tonight's sleep cycle marks the end of our first week of sixteen
before we begin planet-fall. Let's hope the rest of the trip will
be quiet.
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