Overseer's Memo 2

Research Colony 290Delphinidae

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Food stores are getting dangerously low. Who’d have thought it would be hard to supply a colony of over 31,000 blubbery, pregnant balloons with enough food for them to gorge on? I mean they just don’t stop. Most of the original colonists are so big they can barely move, they’ve started requesting augmentations like hydraulic jets and frankly? I approve them because it’s about the only way we can get them moving about. The whole colony is starting to look like a child’s party, a small town filled with wobbling, growing, pregnant whales.

Well, half whales.

I was right to appoint more security, but wrong to appoint Artemis. Didn’t know at the time that she had a long history of smuggling. Once she came to terms with her condition her depression fuelled the sort of prolonged binges I’d only heard rumoured on the most obscure of PEEP shows and ARtainment. I should’ve realised something when she had to requisition another uniform every second week, by the end of her fifth month in the colony she was bigger than most of the girls were who’d been there from the start. The only people she wasn’t competing for size with were the original males, and that’s only because we’re keeping them in sector D where at least their constant consumption can be put to keeping the methane furnaces lit.

I thank the gods we finished our mass fish farms last week, the massive spike in production has signalled an end to the food shortage and our girls are just lapping up all the fish. Our only unfortunate problem was what to do with those who stole from our supplies whilst we were at our lowest. This kind of selfish behaviour cannot be allowed to spread throughout the colony. Artemis was the only one we managed to catch, I decided yesterday that she would be made an example of. If our society was to maintain its integrity, the girls would have to see firsthand what happened to the gluttonous in our number.

It wasn’t hard to reroute another pipe of lard to sector D and secure it to the once-smuggler. Ever since the transformation nobody’s been particularly keen on grease and lard so the byproduct goes for the most part unused. Rather than risk dumping it on the local ecosystem it makes a lot more sense to store it in the stomach of someone so greedy they would steal from us, their own family.

Let’s see them steal anything, now.