From: | Strago strago@***.com |
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Subject: | The beginning of my story |
Date: | Tue, 27 Jul 1999 14:25:29 -0400 |
know.
The woman walked into my office, clutching a battered and somewhat bloody
Pocket Secretary. She was tall and thin, with a magnificent mane of red
hair. She introduced herself as Alicia Mowbray. “I have here my husband’s
personal journal. I think you might be interested in publishing it.” She
said to me.
“Really.” I gave her a look of disdain. ”And why would that be?”
“Because,” She calmly replied, “he and I were inside the Renraku Arcology
when it was shutdown and we remained there until the situation inside was
resolved. There is one section that I believe you would be extremely
interested in publishing. It came about a year after the Arcology shut
down. I can transfer the files to you, if you want to read all about
it...” Her voice trailed off.
I wordlessly handed over one of my Pocket Secretaries. She connected the
Secretaries, and a second later handed mine back to me. She stood up, and
said “I’ll be back in a few days. Read the journal and then let me know.
I’ve cleaned it up a bit, made it so that others can understand what was
going on at that time. All of my changes are in brackets.”
I turned my attention to the first file, and was soon engrossed.
[Day 396]
Three hundred and ninety six days we’ve been inside the arcology. I’m
beginning to think we’ll never get out, never be safe, never have kids.
But I don’t really have time to think right now. Today we were able to
rescue three people from a zomble room on the 249st floor. Two of them
panicked after we got them out and ran screaming down a corridor. I tried
to stop them, but they kept going. I don’t know what happened to them. The
third, a guy by the name of Shawn, decided that he wanted to stop whatever
was going on, and joined with us. Now we’ve got twelve people in our
group. [Besides Shawn, Dave, and myself, our group consisted of Ronald,
Jill, Hideki, Jim, Chrissie, Cap, Sarge, Tim, and our fearless leader,
Kwanzai.] We quickly headed back up to our camp on the 251st floor. Lish
and Kwanzai took Shawn under their wing, and began to show him how to
shoot a gun. For the rest of the day, we just waited and watched, to make
sure none of Deus’ constructs or minions take the time or the trouble to
attack us. My watch is almost up, so I’m going to go to bed now. Tomorrow,
we’re going to try to get more recruits from a Zombie room a little lower
in the arcology.
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--Strago
The gene pool in the 21st century needs a deep cleaning. I am the
chlorine.
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