Victoria Romero - a new home

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Sender: Victoria Romero

Recipient: Log:Temp.Infodump

Subject: A bit of information

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This is part two of my little writeup, I hope it fills any blanks there may be in my history.

Things didn't exactly go well once I was on the LSF's hitlist. A growing paranoia formed itself, causing me to check the corners of every room I stepped into, inspect my ship before each take off to make sure it hadn't been sabotaged, or be suspicious of everyone that acted even remotely out of their way around me. I wasn't able to raid transports anymore, given that Rogues and others treated me almost like bait, knowing that if they weren't around me the LSF would probably turn a blind eye on them until they located me.

Some weeks after the incident I had finally completed the first phase of my project, namely a partially functioning artificial intelligence able to perform basic tasks and communicate with me on a somewhat fluent basis. Compared to what awaited me though, this was the easy part. The next step would be to further enhance the AI's abilities and eventually induce a sense of self-awareness. I was able to find at least -some- information on how much more intelligent people went about this task before me, but those were often groups of very talented coders with a metric ton more cashflow backing them up. My list of tasks grew more and more: Survive; Learn; Progress.

I was around 22 by the time I had to turn my Transgressor into my main residence. Despite the lack of credits I was able to make it rather liveable aboard the ship, even accounting for my growing disability with physical movements. The cancer hadn't been kind to me at all, turning a regular day into a mission filled with challenges to overcome and struggles to be had. I used to be set on staying within Liberty, given that this was where my parents lived and where I had learned the location of valuable hideouts over the years. Yet at some point even decisions believed to be set in stone have to be reconsidered. Diminishing progress on my project, growing pain due to the tumors and the lack of knowledge to complete my goal in time were the main reasons that cultivated my interest for the Technocracy.

What I didn't expect was how difficult it would be to gather information about the organisation. Few reports about encounters with their members had ever been published, with even less of them containing more information than a simple scanner signature in the distance. I would usually indulge in the occasional mystery hunt, but in this case time was a finite resource which I was running low on. Inverness could be isolated as the home system, with a rough estimate of where the main base of operations of the Technocracy was located. My parents had grown accustomed to the lack of communication from my side, luckily being very understanding of the matter. I hadn't planned on saying goodbye forever, and I still intend on meeting them again when the situation has calmed down.

The journey to Inverness was rather peaceful, all things considered. I didn't run into anyone actually, although I have to mention that I wasn't exactly keen on that either. Around three days after my departure from New York I had arrived in Inverness, with a desperate desire for some shut-eye. Freeport fourteen was the perfect location to rent a room with a -proper- bed and located far enough outside the LSF's direct grasp to be a little less paranoid. Coincidentally I found two members of the Technocracy chatting outside of the Freeport. It was definitely a surprising turn of events considering that I had expected to be searching for an encounter for at least a few days before establishing first contact.

Bandit and Yoruha were the two individuals present. Another hacker with the callsign 'Firebolt' had found her way there shortly after, being on the lookout for some anomaly that I still couldn't wrap my head around. Once the initial confusion had worn off we were able to have a decent conversation, setting ourselves up for a future meeting with relative ease. Both were quite wary of me, but that's to be expected from their position. Trouble with the LSF alongside a dying interest in the Technocracy never pairs well, but Bandit seemed almost unreasonably understanding of my current situation.

I suppose this is where I can end the tale. With this you know pretty much everything there is to know about me. Should there still be questions left unanswered I'll of course get to them in due time.

-Victoria

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