From the Personal Journal of Merrick Dillon, entry dated, 10, 23, 2021.

My first week at this research station has been interesting, to say the least.

To go from graduating with an undergrad degree in biology in the summer,

to heading up here above the Arctic Circle in the fall, has been a whirlwind. When I first agreed to let

my dad set up this paid internship for me, I had no idea how much secrecy would be involved.

Case in point, I can't even write in my private journal where exactly this research station is

located. They may even redact any mention of the Arctic Circle when I leave here.

I've been told I can mention the name of the organization, the SCP Foundation. Not that anyone

knows what exactly that is. I had no idea my dad worked for the foundation until I was a teenager.

He never really talked about it much. Like I said, there's a lot of secrecy involved. But if I want to be an entomologist,

I need to get into the habit of recording data and observations. So here we are.

If they end up redacting half of this journal, so be it. It's a good practice.

I met the entomologist in charge of this station, Dr. Millard. He doesn't look like someone who

studies insects for a living would look. He reminds me of my high school football coach,

in his appearance anyway. His demeanor is a little

different. He's brusque and seems to be a bit frazzled like he's got a hundred things on his

mind at any time. Maybe he does. He's the head honcho here after all. Anyway, I haven't even

been in to see the wasps yet, which is the whole reason I'm here.

I've been watching all these safety videos about pretty much every wasp species on Earth, except the one I'm here to study.

The only thing is, I can't get on the internet here. They have a local network, but it's not connected to the internet.

At least, not for me.

I'm sure Dr. Millard and others above my pay grade have access to the internet, but I don't.

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