Elaine Lacoursiere's Journal

[Deeceem]

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Elaine is looking sideways down.

"I just met a pilot on the way to Rheinland. 'Er name was Yeva. She was actually surprisingly nice, but 'den again I did not mention where I was from...
Anyways, she taught moi a Sirian term for 'friend' - 'comrade'. 'Comrade'..."

She repeats the word playfully thoughtful while recording ends.


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The young woman has some brown fibres in her hand and smells on them, resulting in a disgusted face.

"Hm. I guess 'dis tobacco is not really different from the one I knew already."

Rather disappointed she puts it away and pulls out some sparkling stones with a toothy grin on her face.

" 'Dese on the other 'and... Diamonds from Rheinland... 'Dey were rather expensive, but worth every single Sirian credit!"

'Click'.


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Elaine looks annoyed into the camera and lets go a long sigh.

"Today I sold what was left of the Surveyor. It seemed like it could not 'andle the Gallic technology anymore... Back to moi Tournez 'den, I suppose. In the end the Surveyor did not 'elp in any way anyways..."

She puts a finger to her chin.

"Actually I was thinking about to try to get moi 'ands on a Collector. It fits scrap mining better and if I continue my work for Adrienne it might not be the worst to withstand a 'it more 'dan one less... Oui."

The screen becomes black.


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A big pleased smile crosses her face as the screen turns on again.

"I met someone named 'Ans. He was so nice to sell moi some Sirian tea - finally! He said it was not from Bretonia, but from ... hm... Curacao? I think.
It is tasty."

She shows a cup and takes a long slurping sip from it.

"Mhhh.
I also got something called 'strudel' from him. It is de-li-cious! It seems to be something special from Rheinland. I really 'ave to get more of 'dose things!
'Den 'dere was Aelita... She...hm... 'ad some problems she needed 'Ans' 'elp for to solve.
I 'ope he was able to 'elp her."

Her face clouds.

"And 'dis unfriendly artificial intelligence thing... hmph... I rather left instead of letting 'it' insult moi more...
Oh! And note to moiself... 'comrade' can be perceived as an offense as well, as it seems... Sirius."

Elaine sighs and lets her hand fall on the 'off' button.


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