An Unbreakable Bond

My Room

Year 2138 May 15
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A man named Michael found me in the garage around 4 hours after the ship left the planet. He explained how the ship was requested to leave by the head officer of the facility, god knows what that means, and that no other supplies would be sent to us for at least another month.

He led me by the hand to the rooms where everyone stayed. He pointed out that my room was "2-001" the first door on the left. I quickly made myself at home, for I was going to be in the room for at least another month.
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Year 2149 July 19
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Well. Another birthday with Michael. I'm now 17. Still no sign of my parents. I've decided to get a job working on the vehicles they send out on the planet. Hopefully I'll be graced by my parents presence next year...

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Year 2150 March 15
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"Hand me the screw on the green a panel, C." Michael commanded.

"The one that looks like a shotgun shell?"

"Yeah, it should say 'C2A' on it."
I hand the screw to Michael, who is on one of the rolling chairs that you can lay flat on. Too bad I didn't know the real name. I wanted one too..

"She's all done Connor, whadda ya think?" Michael asked as I looked over the massive machine.

"Looks like one of the old tanks if you ask me. What is it for?" I continue to admire the blackish grey RV, or recon vehicle. It had six wheels on each side. Three in front and three in back. The cockpit was a large cube large enough to hold eighteen people comfortably. The back could hold about fifty trees if properly sized and stacked, and was a trapezoidal shape.

"Well use it to gather wood for fires and to scout out the landscape. Say! Why don't you head out with us? We may see something interestin'." He said in his country accent.

"Eh, why not?"