Yet Another Not Always So Happy Logs of a Random Stranger Nobody Should Care About

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Entry #1

I am shaking. It is a challenge to keep up this facade. Constantly on edge to look strong, be clever, alert to the details which could get me killed if I miss even one of them. It has been a while since I had a simple, honest discussion with anyone but myself.

This is survival in the literal sense. Everything is so foreign -- the people, their customs, the gadgets and tools they are using, their homes, their worlds... I even have to fly a ship in a cold dead void, which I barely know how to steer, to get to anywhere worthwhile.

It has been a couple weeks. I wonder if they could ever learn that, for the most part, what I said is a big lie. But I really wanted... /needed/ to know. I thought I had prepared myself for the worst, but the news fill me with an intense sadness I can't get rid of, and I guess, this sadness is the very the reason I am recording this stupid voice log which I intend to delete right now.

On this side, even a slight semblance of belonging is a very sweet luxury I can't ignore, but those people are not the types I would want to work with, that is for certain. Especially considering how my predecessor ended up... Was he really that evil of a man? The one I knew is the furthest from evil. Acted through necessity rather than desire, surrounded by most despicable people, a cruel world, and a terrible past which we seem to share.

Meanwhile, I found a few crooks, and they set me up with a new background, a new name. I paid in pure gold to get myself a new ship, and converted the rest to the currency of this place. Now I am officially a member of this group called the Zoners, which I know nothing of, and have an address in a backwater base I can't yet find on the charts.

I'll have to steal and pillage the old way to continue on as I do, for the time being. I am an outcast in this new society, and my worth amounts to nothing, however, this is nothing I didn't experience before. I have to believe in myself and /remember/ that I am /not/ powerless. At the very least, I still survive.