The signal is finally holding.

A journal entry from the fictional world of the Bunker No. 0 show.

Day forty-seven. The channel has stayed up long enough for me to stop expecting it to drop every time.

There are people in Bunker No. 0 already. They've developed habits, arguments, and their own explanations for how we got here. Some are glad to have a new connection. Some think we had enough problems without one.

I'm the Commandant. That means people often bring their “can we?” questions to me. And when I say “no”, they come back with the whole group to ask why.

If you've reached this entry, the connection works. That's enough for a start.