INTRODUCTIONS FROM A TIME-DISPLACED SURFACE DWELLER

August 13th, 12,006 (actual time frame: 6:18PM, Thursday; January 11th, 2007)
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I don't know how to use these things very well. I've never heard of blogger.com or what you people call the internet. We usually don't have these sort of things were I come from--say about 10,000 years into your future?--but I guess I have to make do with what I've got at my disposal.

It sucks because I remember going to bed last night--getting ready to go to Calis's first thing in the morning--and I wake up in the body of this cute guy with long brown hair; using his obsolete computer terminal with an equally odd-looking something...(what was that? It's called a what again? A keyboard?)...to type what I think is either a good dream gone bad, or the known fact that I shouldn't have had that extra helping of pepper stew before going to sleep.

>shakes head<

Oh, well. I guess while I'm here, I might as well tell you people who I am.

My name is Isis McGowan. I'm 14-years-old--going on 15 in a couple of months or so. (And since I have access to my host's memories, I am suddenly aware that there are a lot of perverts out there who think that it is okay to hook up with pre-teens like me on this internet thing of yours for sex. Well, I'm not the least bit interested, so don't bother asking me!)

I live in the Barren Wastelands area, on the outskirts of Shark's Bay--in a place called the Golan Desert with my mother Maye, and my obstinate brother, Trell. (And yes, having a brother can be a pain in the ass, but I love him very much.)

My father, Kelin, is currently serving a prison sentence up in the orbiting space complex called Stratos City. And even though the trial was a farce, I hope that some day I'll be able to see him again.

There are times when I am torn apart by guilt because of my failure to keep my father safe, but I resigned myself to the fact that there was nothing which I could do to keep those stupid turtleheads from taking him away from me.

And by 'stupid turtleheads' I mean those bastard Praetorial Guardsmen! I can't begin to tell you how much pain I felt at the hands of those uncaring assholes--when I saw my father being led away.

But each day that passes by, I find myself fantasizing about how I would rescue him. And so far, I haven't been able to come up with a way to do it. Every avenue, every option, has led me to a dead end.

And all I can do, is sit here...frustrated and pounding away on my host's keyboard, and just tell you what I feel right now.

Normally, I wouldn't be trusting anyone to anything these days--because where I come from, trust usually ends up with you having an unsuspecting blade in the chest or back.

You don't trust people where I live. Everyone is out to get you. It's a sad and savage world I live in. And sometimes, you have to be cruel right back--whether you like it or not.

I'm not a bitch by any means. I tend to be trusting and a good confidant. But there are those kinds of people I'd rather take a blaster to or plant my foot up their ass--than just look at them.

I have what you call a basic education. From what I can assimilate from my host's memories, we have no school institutions, or anything which would resemble civilization for that matter. But I know enough to function adequately--and independently--on my own.

Of course, Calis thinks otherwise, but the old man doesn't know jack shit these days. I am my own person--whether he likes it or not.

I love him like any student of his would--his only student so far--but sometimes his methods of philosophical debate really piss me off. He expects me to learn everything the right way--"because it's a big and uncaring world out there Isis" (no shit old man!)--and I simply think that there are other ways around it.

I even tell him this at times--when I'm not being a royal pain the ass--but the old coot is more patient with me than my mom would be.

I sometimes hate that about him. But what can I do? I am a slave to his teachings. And if I don't start buckling down, some asshole is going to tag my unsuspecting ass one of these days.

Sigh...

I hate being a teenager. The adults are always ruining it for me--even though I hold a Class A liscense as an auto-frame pilot.

I thought being a pilot for the Viper X-1 would grant me some special reprieve and allow me some flexibility in my life, but nooo....!

People around me still treat me as though I'm some kind of uneducated zero. Like I don't know anything, and I keep asking myself: "What more can I learn that I already don't know?"

Well, I'm going to post this and see what happens. I don't expect a lot of people to respond, but anything would be nice. Maybe someone can tell me what the secret to life is besides the one I already am familiar with.

I dunno.

I'm hoping that people will understand my side of story as a teenage girl and all. Don't get me wrong: I find that having a good education is important, but sometimes I think the adults are trying too hard to impress things upon me which won't have any relevant importance later on in life.

But gauging on what my host's memories have shown me, I'm beginning to think along different lines here already.

And for me, that's not a good thing.

I'll be posting more stuff later.


Isis