Invader Jacob (Guardian Tales)

[Story] Prologue_8_Preparation

Log #8 September 9, 2469, 8:04am

A little over two weeks went by after my birthday. Honestly, I could both see why people hate and put up with this kind of job and why they kind of love the job. On one hand, according to my friend of the previous world, the people you can encounter is always random in the personality scale from a saint to crackhead weird. I dismissed it when I told him that being a cashier from your local McDonald's is worse from the two but people here are just...different y'know.

You either get treated like a normal person, a person to be envious of cause you somehow got a job, or be treated you like a robot. The one treating you like a robot range from treating you like a normal everyday person to someone needed to be in a watchlist with some exceptions in-between.

Sure, we could tolerate it from time to time but if it is too much for us to bear or because a certain someone would do something that requires us to take action, Sarah would take action immediately. Like seriously, she may be someone naive from time to time but damn she could be intimidating like a sheriff with the accuracy of a cowboy. She could defuse a situation from a would be robber pointing a gun or some sort of weaponry to either us or to the store patrons to  the robber at the floor either convulsing or tackled by Sarah.

The reason why people would either put up with the job or love said job is either due to no other options or that they actually enjoy the job. One time we were doing our shift and realized that today was a holiday. All three of us didn't even knew about it so we did what we always did, play games until the next shift came over. Can't believe Michael brought a copy of the 21st Classics. Told us that since that the hardware of the break room's gaming set supported it, we could play it as long as we wish. We got scolded again by Jamires afterwards :)

Anyways, it was around midnight and got a message from the government. It was displayed from the cashier computer that the disease was successfully detained and neutralized. Even said to...remove your helmet after sanitization in the District Hall by t-10 hours. Which means by 10am, I can finally see what the humans look like nowadays. Will they be like Beth? Or will they be like me? In terms of body characteristics, purple skin and extra set of things like a dragon-like  tail or maybe even something that I haven't seen before? Anyways, y'know the drill by know, I'll add an update later. Over and out

I typed it all out in my rinky dinky phone as my fingers finally get a moment of rest. I stretch my body backwards to make up to my hunch posture earlier. It usually takes around 5 minutes to write my entries but with added tiredness made me slower than usual, nearly doubling it. I let that thought pass as I stretch my body once more before adjusting my "helmet", well, it's more like a welding mask really, and decided to meet up with the rest of the crew. 

Heading out of the sleeping quarters lies the main area of the shelter, I call it the living room due to how plentiful people are in here. Maybe a lounge is more fitting, eh, doesn't matter. All of them wore similarly shaped helmet that actually act like a sort of highly-effective mask for a disease that I had not known weeks prior to my arrival. It is said to cause both circulatory and muscle damage and I'm not too bothered to say its actual name. Like c'mon, when you name a disease, don't make its official name like a wifi password and confusing everyone to what it would be actually called. Either that, or I'm just stupid.

I could recognize people here that I know and know not. People often come and go and I just simply can't keep track of everyone, so what I do is just to memorize the characteristics of the people that I know personally while politely greet the rest. Even if they say that they know me and I know them not, I'll just simply...go with the flow.