Mission update, January 1st, 1951.
Valentina is mad at me, because we plans to send up an unmanned probe instead of her. I tried explaining that’s what the first contracts from the government said, but it’s no use.
Instead she went around inspecting the facilities, waiting for other contracts, so she’ll get to fly.
I haven’t the heart to tell her that our glorious governments bureaucratic procedures have presented me with contracts, but will not actually allow us to fulfil them. I have submitted additional paperwork, and hope that this will be rectified shortly.
In the mean time, I’ve got to make sure no one tells Valentina.