Today is the 1642nd anniversary of the Great Population Shift, a once tumultuous time that cleaved the world in two, scarring humanity till this day, dividing an already divided civilization. But the people of the Registered Cities are in celebration of this ‘great moment’ in humanity’s history. The thought sickens me, only because it is a farce, just like everything else the EUC stands for. Yes, I’m bitter and I’ve got my valid reasons for it. I know the EUC has access to these records but that is not the reason I don't want to talk about it. I’m tired. Very tired.
This week was a tough one, one of the many tough weeks. I fear it will eventually get worse as they close in on this system. The morale of the troops dwindle rapidly day by day, but Gary has been a godsend. Without him, I know my inability to command will be evident and it will fire the troops into a mutiny. The ranks will crumble. I sometime think that Gary and I should trade places, just because he is a better leader than me. He’s got a good heart but the way he carries his burdens makes him so much a better man than I.
It’s late and I need the sleep that is beginning to rob the last strands of my sanity. Sleep.
3 July 3890
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The voice in this blog is a character from my book, but the context is focussed and narrower than the scope of the original storyline.
The voice in this blog is a character from my book, but the context is focussed and narrower than the scope of the original storyline.
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