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Chapter 1 - Documentary Begin

-Chapter I

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Chronological Record - 1 - Documentary Begin

>Effective Bio-Age (Taking into account changes due to Biological Rollbacks), 17Y

>Cumulative Bio-Age (Ignoring changes due to Biological Rollbacks), 19Y

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During my final class period for the day, I decided to write another story. Obviously, this wouldn't be the first time I've written one in class, and it would doubtfully be my last. Though, to be honest, I've recently encountered an odd sort of writer's block. To elaborate, I have since come up with quite the plethora of ideas, each of them being ideas that I wanted to entertain. The problem that they have in common, however, is that they don't exactly coincide with my current primary work.

Despite this, I'm not one to let an idea slip away so unceremoniously, even if it might not be the idea I want. My instructor has, once again, struck out upon one of her ever-so-common tangents, and hasn't yet changed the slide. And so, once again, taking out a blank sheet of college-rule, I put my pencil to paper. Ideas, after all, are supposed to be entertained, no matter how unrelated they may seem; If anything, it's always good practice.

It was the third year of high school.

Normally, most students transitioning to that year would have had friends from their previous: friends that they would have had time to make. However, I was an exception.

I draw back from the sheet of paper, analyzing the few lines of text now present on the page. I already knew where I wanted the story to go, though I had encountered a small problem. Small might be an overstatement, however, as it's probably more so me fretting about the details. Summarily, it's a problem I've dealt with before: Why does someone move to a new school? There could be problems in the previous school, they could be moving to a new city, perhaps there were better opportunities at the new school-

The slide changes, and I quickly write down the new series of notes in my notebook. The subject for today is a discussion of Utopian principles, and why Earth hasn't entirely achieved them, as close as it's come. To summarize, it's because of the other planets we've colonized since humanity became an interplanetary species. Earth is nearly a perfect society to live in, the newly colonized and developing planets aren't. Conclusively, envy and greed breeds disorder, said disorder trickles back to Earth, Utopia cannot be achieved. Of course, there are sources of disorder on Earth as well, but the greatest source is from our expansion onto other planets. This is all stuff I've learned about before. More or less, anyway.

This time, the teacher doesn't blindly veer off onto an unrelated tangent. However, the subject that she addresses isn't important enough to catch my attention. Specifics involve recent terror attacks on various population centers, a subject that I take care to closely monitor on my own time, outside of class. If anything, it's an amusing subject to listen to her talk about, especially considering that I experienced one of those attacks firsthand. But I digress. I slide my notebook to the side, and my story-sheet back in front of me. Perhaps "financial problems" might be a good solution to this issue.

During the summer transition between my second and third year of high school, my family had moved to another town. The reason was that my father's promotion required us to move, his new assignment being to manage another facility. Due to the financial opportunities offered by the position, my family had concluded that he should accept.