Survivalist.

I'm not sure what it is that compels me to think in such a way; but without dwelling too much upon the motivation I feel that I must announce that we are - quite simply - deep within ruin.

This statement has nothing to do with circumstance or recent happenings - we have seen no downturn in development or profit since the acquisition round of ninety-eight - no, there is something far more guttural, far more innate in my demeanour of late that leads me to believe that sinister movements are afoot.

I understand - of course I do - that the last time such a statement as this was made by myself we unduly set ourselves upon a course of evasive action; which it turns out was far more damaging than the danger from which we fled, but I cannot ignore this most recent of compulsions. Accepting the notional argument that such emotions have no place in modern business matters; but placing that most logical of statements to one side for the moment, it is my opinion and directive that we must now begin the mechanical development of the Plasm for fear of losing all of the good work towards which we have progressed.

I am aware that some of you will not cherish such a task, and to you I say only one thing - we cannot ignore the cloth from which we are cut; the fabric of our corporate soul from where we emerged. I know that a mechanical arrival at such a stage would be a great change in direction from the more fluid, spiritualist progression that we have always sought. But surely now, in the face of great oppression is the time for us to embrace such technological advances?

We are now finally upon the cusp of discovery for the aether. We are nearing our escape. I know this because they have told me so.

The only real task that we now need to perform is simply to listen.