Business Log - Kaito Ren, 'The Orbital Whale' DATE: July 16, 2025 SUBJECT: Logistics are going to bankrupt me. This is a disaster. How am I supposed to run a premiere dining experience in this... this glorified tin can? The first shipment of real bluefin arrived today. The 'artisanal' product I'm paying a fortune to fly into orbit. And guess what? It's half-spoiled. The S-Pace cargo manifest promised a stable -2 C hold. The cryo-wrap was dripping. It was just... damp. That's 270,000 dollars worth of product I have to jettison because a shipping company can't manage a freezer. Meanwhile, the concourse below me is packed with people happily eating their 'Savory Chicken-Flavored' nutrient paste from a slot in the wall. My entire business model is based on offering something real, and FAILTECH can't even keep it cold. People don't pay a premium to come to orbit for cheap eats. Sure, there's a novelty to eating paste in space, but that wears off in a day. The high-end tourists, the future long-term wealthy residents- they're coming here for elegance and luxury. I'm trying to build that experience for them, but I'm fighting the system every step of the way. FAILTECH needs to keep up if they want this station to be the utopia they're selling. And it's not just the food. I can't even get the decor right. I paid for a premium Ammano schematic for my dining chairs- "Imperial Synth-Silk, Crimson." What came out of the concourse LMAO printer feels like a burlap sack. It's coarse, it's stiff, and it is most definitely not silk. I filed a complaint with the station's AIRA interface. Three seconds later, I got a reply: "Your fabrication issue has been noted. A credit of 4.5 dollars has been applied to your account." I don't want 4.5 dollars! I want the chairs I paid for! I finally gave up and went back to my apartment in Residential Sector 4, and I can't even take a decent shower. The water pressure just sputters. It goes from a drill to a dribble and back again. I filed another ticket with AIRA. "Your concern is valued. Maintenance is monitoring water pressure fluctuations in your sector." They're monitoring it. Great. Not fixing it. Monitoring. I am paying a premium for this "privilege." How am I supposed to sell a $38,400 luxury dining experience when the station itself feels like it's being held together with cheap parts and automated apologies?