I think that God hates me.
Every time I try to do the right thing, I end up getting knocked down at least 8 pegs. You push a kid out of the way of a car in a sidewalk and you would think you would be a hero, but no. You get hit by an autonomous vehicle, break more bones than you knew you had, heal in the hospital for a week, and then get thrown into working off the debt you had from damaging Xyro Corp property and needing medical support. Who would have guessed the corpos would have more rights than someone who just was trying to do the right thing, but here we are. I am writing these down just to get my thoughts out at this point because what else can I do?
Tomorrow I head into space for the first time, working as some extra muscle on a Xyro freighter bringing supplies out to some outpost on Titan. Should only be a 2.5 year round trip, but so much can change when you’re asleep for that long. Jackie, do you think that when I get back we can try to make things work this time? Call it the optimist in me, but maybe with the leftover money I have from this trip, we can finally go on that trip to Thailand we had talked about. Maybe the timing would finally work out, you have enough time to plan around it at least.
Who am I kidding, why would you even still be around after all of this. I need to get it straight in my head that this is going to change everything and even I have significantly more metal and chipsets in my body now than I ever thought I would. “The best in healing technology” my ass. Let’s call it what it was, a way to make sure I would disappear for long enough that any bad press would disappear from those autonomous cars literally turning into people in crosswalks and sidewalks. Give the hero of the story the very best in everything, but neglect to say that I would be on the hook for working all of these off.
Well, can’t do anything about it now. I think I am ready to sleep and literally get off of this planet. Maybe Saturn will be nice this time of year and I’ll decide to stay. Not much left for me to say, but I guess I will keep entries going until the long sleep. Maybe I’ll set these to send out to you at the year mark Jackie, get to read the thoughts you know I already told you. Over and out of here.