Trident Trials: The Glimmer

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Date: January 2, 2020

Time: 1845

Planet: Eden

Trident Member in training Reflection Log #3:

My name is James W. August, Trident member in training, and today is January 2, 2020. For the longest time, I remember thinking that the world was a horrible place where nothing could flourish. I've had my trials, my tests, my troubles, and each of them feels like just another lesson that I could've learned at a different time and in an easier manner. Unfortunately for me, it never seemed to work that way. I tried the best that I could with every task that I faced. It usually met me with disappointment. I didn't want to be negative, but the world was content to continue to beat me down whether I liked it not.

Nothing has been easy for me, not since I was a kid. The accident helped nothing either. In fact, all it did was make things worse. Though trying to think back, even though I can't remember any of it, I imagine before the accident my life wasn't bad at all. I was always told that my parents loved me more than anything else in the world. It was usually came from people that I didn't know. When I asked about my parents, no one could tell me anything. Or they chose not to tell me. The accident is how I refer to the incident that took my memory from me. It also refers to the day that I lost my parents. The worst part is that I remember nothing from that fateful day. I wasn't ever told how they died. I'm not sure I wanted to know, to be honest with you, at least not now. This is my first step towards trying a new life and I think that if I'm going to do that, I need to leave my past in the past. It's been many years since everything happened and I still don't know how to do that.

Everything before the age of 14 has disappeared from my mind. All the memories that I cherished, all the moments I longed to remember, they're just gone. The doctors couldn't answer if it was a traumatic event that I suffered during the event that killed them or something that just went wrong with my brain because of the trauma of losing my parents at such a young age. I have pursued just about every treatment that the money my parents left me could afford, and I still have no answers. The doctors couldn't explain it. The extremely expensive neurologist, the most disappointing of these, wasn't even able to give me a good idea of what might go on. Looking back on it, I probably shouldn't have spent as much money as I did to find answers that probably wouldn't give me my memories back, anyway.

After a few years, I quit looking, figured it was better to just try to rebuild my life and move on. That is what I am hoping to do here. I know that I've explained this story to the people here already, so I am sorry for being repetitive. The administration requested that I do this story for these logs again. Here we are. Anyway, I'll try to get back on track. I can't help but think that if I hadn't spent those years trying to find answers, maybe, just maybe, I would be better off now than I am, but those are answers I won't ever get. This place is my opportunity of a lifetime, or at least that's how they listed it in the adds.

Trident is one of the best, and for the sake of being honest, only military establishments on the entire planet. They are in charge of the security and well-being of the entire planet. Eden thankfully doesn't have much use for security, so many of the people enlisted had little concern for danger in the word place. This was one reason I wanted to join. The other was another straightforward choice, homeless and without work, or a straightforward job and growth opportunity. That's why these video logs just don't seem like a big deal. If telling my story again for record after having lived, it was the worst thing I did while I was here, I would live.

The training that I was told they make you go through sounded a lot more intense than it should've been for a planet that almost has nothing wrong with it, but the work seemed like a fair sacrifice for a place to live, and a job with the most well-known company in the world. The longer you worked there, the better they took care of you, too. No one has ever heard of a disgruntled employee from any division in the entire company. Even the custodial lady enjoys working there. All signs pointed to this being the best thing ever. Of course, that meant that there was probably something wrong with it, but I was trying to be positive for the first time in a long time. I needed it to work. I needed this place to be as good as advertised.