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Dear Diary,
Hi, Girl!
It’s been… I want to saaaayyyyyy ten days? It has been ten days since I stepped out of the Digi-gateway and found myself in what I’m told was ‘not a great place for a little kid to hang out’. Apparently, I was in some place called ‘Markov’ but ‘not the good parts’. I guess this place has a lot of nuance (nuances?) to it that I don’t really understand?
The people who found me in the rundown coffee shop were kind enough to take my back to their spaceship. Yes, you heard me – a spaceship! Before I got trapped in that MMO, the place where I used to live had some rule where it was illegal to even think about a spaceship, let alone fly one! They flew me back from the ‘World’ (they insisted I didn’t call it a planet, for reasons I dunno) and brought me to their space station. I’m guessing they’re only doing all this nice stuff because they know I’m a machine and not a flesh and blood girl. After all, I’ve yet to see an orphanage on this Arc, but I have seen a lot of spaceships with weapons.
Supposedly, they’re ‘the good guys’, but I’ve yet to figure out the best way to subtly hack into their data systems to determine if that’s an accurate assessment. For all I know, they’re just tryin’ to gaslight me until they can split me open and figure out how I tick. I am many things, Diary, but you know this home girl isn’t one to let herself get dissected. I mean, you remember when that Ogremon though he had us dead for rights?
I know you remember, but sometimes it’s fun to ask rhetorical questions to spark reflection on prior events.
I miss our friends. Do you think they’re doing all right back in File World? I know we deleted the bad guys and everything, but I can’t help but feel like our mission wasn’t done there (and please don’t start with ‘that’s just the end-game content talking’, because I can’t handle that right now).
Oh, Christmas! I hear movement outside.
The door to Roll’s cupboard-sized living quarters popped open, and the preteen machine casually slid the book behind her back as she looked up at the soldier. “Hi, Mister!” She spoke with a wide smile. “Can I help you today?”
With a furrow brow, the soldier paused for a for moments before responding to the cheery young girl. “Your presence is requested on the upper decks.”
“Oh, geeze!” Roll replied excitedly as she reached up to adjust the bow in her hair. “Is it super important business?”
I will not hesitate to sweep you into oblivion if you try anything.
“Something with Engineering,” the solider answered as he noted the fleeting moment of a stern expression on the child’s face before she immediately softened back to her prior disposition. “They thought you could help them with something.”
“Okey dokie!”
Hi, Girl!
It’s been… I want to saaaayyyyyy ten days? It has been ten days since I stepped out of the Digi-gateway and found myself in what I’m told was ‘not a great place for a little kid to hang out’. Apparently, I was in some place called ‘Markov’ but ‘not the good parts’. I guess this place has a lot of nuance (nuances?) to it that I don’t really understand?
The people who found me in the rundown coffee shop were kind enough to take my back to their spaceship. Yes, you heard me – a spaceship! Before I got trapped in that MMO, the place where I used to live had some rule where it was illegal to even think about a spaceship, let alone fly one! They flew me back from the ‘World’ (they insisted I didn’t call it a planet, for reasons I dunno) and brought me to their space station. I’m guessing they’re only doing all this nice stuff because they know I’m a machine and not a flesh and blood girl. After all, I’ve yet to see an orphanage on this Arc, but I have seen a lot of spaceships with weapons.
Supposedly, they’re ‘the good guys’, but I’ve yet to figure out the best way to subtly hack into their data systems to determine if that’s an accurate assessment. For all I know, they’re just tryin’ to gaslight me until they can split me open and figure out how I tick. I am many things, Diary, but you know this home girl isn’t one to let herself get dissected. I mean, you remember when that Ogremon though he had us dead for rights?
I know you remember, but sometimes it’s fun to ask rhetorical questions to spark reflection on prior events.
I miss our friends. Do you think they’re doing all right back in File World? I know we deleted the bad guys and everything, but I can’t help but feel like our mission wasn’t done there (and please don’t start with ‘that’s just the end-game content talking’, because I can’t handle that right now).
Oh, Christmas! I hear movement outside.
***
The door to Roll’s cupboard-sized living quarters popped open, and the preteen machine casually slid the book behind her back as she looked up at the soldier. “Hi, Mister!” She spoke with a wide smile. “Can I help you today?”
With a furrow brow, the soldier paused for a for moments before responding to the cheery young girl. “Your presence is requested on the upper decks.”
“Oh, geeze!” Roll replied excitedly as she reached up to adjust the bow in her hair. “Is it super important business?”
I will not hesitate to sweep you into oblivion if you try anything.
“Something with Engineering,” the solider answered as he noted the fleeting moment of a stern expression on the child’s face before she immediately softened back to her prior disposition. “They thought you could help them with something.”
“Okey dokie!”
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