Justin Trudeau Investigation Case: One-Way Ticket To Pluto

Chapter Two - The Defense and the Last Days

Rimworld, 

Thudes Bayou, 

between Narwhar Basin and Leyar Platou

I woke up, beaten, tired, and without the slightest idea where I was. Next to me was the wreckage that I used to escape from the space shuttle that was flying at enormous speed towards some planet. I first looked around me, I was in some kind of forest, it was warm and dry. Then look at the sky, the two Moons I saw after I first woke up. The bleating. Looks like that damn sheep managed to survive this landing, how the hell? I have no fucking idea.

I heard a voice in my head. I began to look around me again, but I did not see any man who could utter a voice. Besides that, I heard voices and the sounds of animals, but I didn't know exactly where they might be. From the rocky hills and trees, I couldn't see anything. In front of me were those supplies that I could have noticed while we were still, I guess, in that space station. Which raises a good question: where the hell is Jose and the others?

I called out their names, but no one responded, and I heard the same voice again, now clearer and louder. Did I develop some kind of schizophrenia during the flight? 

"Welcome to the Rimworld, dear colonist. Thank you for using the JT-69 Colonization Project." The fuck? 

"Who is this? Where are you? Speak the fuck up."

 "Please, open the touchpad attached to your arm." I instantly looked at my right arm, and I noticed how the touchpad was attached to my arm the entire length of my arm. 

"For the love of the fuck... how did this happen?"

The voice didn't respond to my question, so I immediately started playing with the little shit and noticed my personal information. 

"Manabu 'Zlatan' Hurst. That's like now, my name?" 

"Quite correct sir. You will see your abilities updated via JT-69 support for mechanites, extracted and researched during the last visit to the Rimworld." 

"Mechanites?" 

"Mechanites are microscopic entities that can enter your brain, and alter the functions of your brain, for better or worse. The stat information you can enter while viewing your profile is the result of the mechanites. Feel free to check them out, if you want to know yourself a little bit better."

According to that statistical information, I was below average in almost everything, except in the construction category, where I was an expert, and was mentally retarded in an artistic way. I had an extremely good knowledge of agriculture but was below the level of a capable amateur, which stood in the animal husbandry category. 

"Did you really have to lower my IQ this much?" 

"It is not per our own choosing, sir. Those were the pieces of information you personally entered during the launching sequence." 

"Hey! Hey! You rushed me to enter my personal information! I didn't know what the fuck I was doing! Do you even know that I was kidnapped on that occasion?"

"I am very sorry to hear that, sir. But it is what it is right now. May I suggest your next course of action? I can sense that your brain is over-stimulated by the environment of Rimworld, and you quite don't understand what you need to do." 

"Impossible. I couldn't even fathom how I don't know what to do when I'm not on my home planet. Shit, I wouldn't know what to do if someone sent me to Japan, or India, instead of some other planet."

 "I am very sorry to hear that, sir." 

"How long was I asleep in that damn space shuttle?" 

"For full two years, sir."