Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter 4.5 - Traitor

Log 4934376

Location Tag: Loom Space - Sector 913

10/9/2012

Computer.

Computer. Can you hear me?

I repeat, can you hear me?

Where am I?

Who am I?

- - - | Data Backup Restored | - - -

Ah, that's right. Man, I really must've hit my head hard that time.

I sure let myself go, din't I...

Staring straight innu a big swirling mass of grooviness, like I was hypnotized or some crap. Avalon's gon' be so mad at me for that.

But now, I've got no space station to speak of, running off auxiliary power in deep space.

Oh boy, I sound just like Handforth, now don't I...

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Unlike the calendar man, I can never seem to pick the right moment to pay attention. I'm always, 'funky freaky this' or 'funky freaky that'.

Maybe this is what I deserve. I can't say I'm mad at myself, but what are ya meant to think when your whole situation is entirely your fault?

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There's Craftworld, over there. I see it now. Looks a lot smaller from all the way over here.

I bet I must've drifted a few kilometres 'fore I managed to wake up.

All that drama down there, it's nothin' I can really say was my cup of stars covered in crystalline funk.

Log 4935923

Location Tag: Avalon Centrifuge's Winged Pyramid

21/12/2013

Alright, after a good night's power down, I think I'm startin' to understand which type of magic dust Craftworld's been macrodosing on.

You'd think being cut off from everyone for a freaking year would have unintended side effects like suddenly not knowing why the billowing smoke from the Gardens is the least changed about Loom's skyline.

And it did. I'm not actually sure why I said it like that, but hey, it's nothing a software update can't fix.

Aside from that obvious change, it seems that I've also missed out on my extraterrestrial buddies outright ransacking the entire planet. I mean, I get you might be a collector; you might have a shelf somewhere in your house with a label on it that says 'here's all the shit I stole', but could you at least leave Mrs. Pleau's bakery ALONE?

I tried goin' there the other day, and not only was it CLOSED, but it was surrounded by like, fifty other shut stores that all looked like the purge just got really anti-capitalist.

I'm not exactly sure the cause of any o' this, but what Avalon told me seemed to outline most of the important details. He said apparently because of the very obvious global recession that the Alliance got a following and a movement to dismantle the current government.

Now I get that change is important and all, but for crying out loud! Why did you need to get yo' big ass guns out?! Just dance and make up! The solution is so damn easy and they don't even look in its direction half the time!

Actually, I remember once I tried solvin' an argument with N.A.O.M.I by dancing.

Maybe that's why we broke up.

Anyway so, like Da Vinci got really really mad or some junk, so they just ended up stompin' the guys out and taking the castle for themselves.

In fact, they took the whole city for themselves. In the fighting the Progress Emporium took a hit, especially around the city centre, and the Emporium Headquarters.

Even...

Even the Metropolis took some of the crossfire, too.

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I tried asking Avalon what happened to Mags.

He told me it was classified.

I tried asking him what happened to Don, too.

All classified.

The most he could say was that 'they' were not to be trusted.

"Da Vinci's orders."

"From the top", he said.

Maybe it's just me, but... I'd reckon that I could've told if they weren't to be sided with. You can't go from trusting someone with your life, to then gritting your teeth and aiming your cannon in their direction. It just doesn't make sense. There was nothing telling me.

I think I'll go for a walk. Probably in the smaller neighbourhoods. The commotion outside is sickening.

Log Number Unidentified

Location Tag: Avalon Centrifuge's Winged Pyramid

27/5/2015

Are they still watching?

Can they hear me?

If you're reading this, either you're me, or you're with them.

But I have to tell you. I don't believe anymore.

In the reality of this world. The fabled reality.

I always told myself that I was doing what was right; playing by the rules.

I'm much less sure now.

Because these rules aren't fair. So unfair, it's almost comical.

But it's not funny.

It's not funny, to know that if I were different, if I was truly happy, they would discard me.

I would become... Undesirable.

I would become a statistic. I would join my friends.

I would join the list, able to be scrolled for days, each entry an explanation for their situation.

'Eyes asymmetrically placed.'

'One side of their face is a slightly different colour than the rest of them.'

'They once disregarded their Leader.'

'They resisted.'

Log Number Corrupted

Location Tag: Unidentified

4/8/2018

Hazzah! A wonderful morning for a cup of tea!

Even in beautiful mornings I will always pray, yes I will always pray for those, yet to be corrected by the Lord's gracious light!

Like the fire of a thousand suns, our radiance and the Lord's power shall cast out all evil, thy wickedness foul demons claim to!

Please, in these halcyon days, under the Supreme Leader's guidance, gift us the eternal privilege to bring his words forward into the consciousness of reality!!