Up above the hole in the ground, Ira is speaking to her watch:
"Are you certain?"
"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that you said we didn't do this until after..."
"But this reduces our advantage-"
"If I'd even survived," Jenn concedes. "But I've got surprisingly good at bucking the odds on survival."
"Means you're not allowed to die either. I'm not dealing with the space bug on my own."
"Heh. Deal." She stands, stretches, winces a bit. "I guess now we start on the journals?"
She super doesn't want to. She - doesn't know how useful they'll be. Doesn't know if they're a trap, one all her past selves fell into.
But Jenn trusts her, trusts that there's something distinctly non-mathematical going on, and they only have a week of food. Not enough time for Bina to spin in her head, even with Jenn and Ant and Elizabeth helping.
It'll have to do.
"Unfortunately, yes. Putting it off'll just..." Jenn makes a complicated hand gesture. "Make it grow tentacles."
Snort. "If the journals start growing tentacles I'm going to figure out how to make an infinite lego-stepping loop for my past selves."
She'll follow, slowing down some once they get to where Ant is with the books.
"So. Any idea where to start?"
"I've tried to organise them into which Bina wrote them?" Ant says, not looking up from the journal ey's reading. "There's a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo."
"Huh. Some of these piles are a lot bigger than the others... And I'm guessing there's not a table of contents. Or a search function. ...Any mention of why they didn't use a laptop?"
"Lights work, so electronics aren't busted. Maybe complicated stuff is? I should probably find a laptop to test that..."
"I mean. The time machines apparently work? And they're like...mucho complicated electronics."
"Yeah. It might be different somehow? And it's worth checking, I think." She's not stalling, nope.
"Maybe. Might make it easier for sorting. But, yeah, getting them in piles first is probably best..."