These casual writings depict a vibrant soul more vividly than any data could.
Next to a note on equipment failure, Mai Ke drew a small, sad little cartoon character, with the words: "Damn you, thermal circulation pump! Do you particularly like to go on strike at minus thirty degrees? I swear, I'm going to smash you into a modern art piece when I get back!"
Lin Yu'an couldn't help but smile. He could even imagine her stomping her feet and huffing white steam, writing this in her journal with her frostbitten crimson fingers, looking adorably frustrated.
He gently ran his fingertips over the sad little cartoon, as if he could feel the temperature and emotions that belonged to a different time and space under the page.
He turned to another page, the top half of which was recorded in an exacting, meticulous script, detailing the phototaxis response data of certain krill at different salinity gradients, with meticulous tables, even the decimal places were completely uniform.
