The I'm going to be here. Oh, Hello?

Testing, one, two.

Okay.

This is the audio diary of Sally Grissom. The date today is...

The hell does it even matter.

It's October 29th, 1943, I guess.

For me, that's the day after August 14th, 20th.

So... 14th, 20th, so whatever that means, this recorder is enormous. When they were getting my room

here set up for me, they asked if I wanted a journal for my thoughts.

I don't much like written journals, so I told them I wanted to record my voice instead.

I much prefer hearing my thoughts out loud.

I guess I was imagining some kind of handheld deal, not like this monstrosity on my desk,

but I'm glad they brought it. I need to keep a record of my thoughts here. They are more jumbled than they've ever been. Let me start from the beginning. Okay. I was at my lab at the SSC. I'm a resident physicist there, the face in front of a small team of other researchers.

We were building an array of these generators that cancel out the Higgs mechanism.

I mean this thing was our baby. We had poured countless hours, sleepless nights, and about like nine figures into this thing.

After a solid year of work, we were finally ready to test it. So there I am on the day of and my hands are

shaking with anticipation as I placed a kilogram of platinum, our test mass, on a pedestal

in the center of the array. As it spooled up, the vibration knocked the cylinder onto the floor,

so I left the observation room to go put it back on its pedestal.

I remember one of my assistants asking if I wanted them to stop the test, but I told them not to waste time.

I actually said, it won't do any harm.

It won't do any harm.

...