Salvation 2035

Prologue 3- A Weapon Stronger than Ammunition

『Lindy』

     It's been a good seven months since Tsuki's joined me in this wonderful profession. Needless to say, we've both adjusted to it, for better or for worse. Tsuki's gotten a lot more comfortable with living in this fair city, and I can pretty much let him roam around without any worries. Who am I kidding, I always worry about him. But the important thing is, he seems a lot happier than when I first saw him. I try my best to give him the soundest life I can. I mean, we kind of have a similar background. Y'know, being separated from our biological family and all that.

     You see my family life is a bit of a tall tale. It all started with my mom, who was a lot like who I am today. Apparently, she was from a place called Thailand and was a factory worker by day, and a waitress by night. The reason for that was because she was dirt poor and couldn't afford to pursue an education of any sorts. There weren't too many jobs for a sixteen-year-old to take, especially one living in such a low-income community, so she really didn't have much of a choice. One thing's for certain; her origin story is a lot more respectable than mine.

     Anyways, she was a real hit back there. I totally get it. From the pictures I've seen, she had this moonlit skin, huge doe eyes, a delicate nose, plump lips, ebony hair that flowed down to her waist like a waterfall, and a figure that would make high fashion models jealous. She'd turn heads to matter where she was. People would wonder if she was fully Thai, in which she didn't know herself, given the fact that she only lived with her mom.

     It didn't matter to my dad, though. They met in kind of a weird way. Now my dad was the complete opposite of her. He was born into a rich family, prestigious and well-educated. He was the kind of guy that would use the word 'preposterous' on a daily basis. On one of her rare days off, she was walking around a fancy resort and came across my dad. He wasn't particularly familiar with Thailand at all, so he coincidentally asked her of all people for directions. One thing led to another and she ended up coming back to America with him.

     Now, where do I come in? Pretty soon, actually, but it was kinda unfortunate. You see, I wasn't born in wedlock. Normally that wouldn't be such a big deal, but my mom wasn't an American citizen, so she was deported shortly after I was born. I didn't really get to see her at all. I just got to hear from her via letters that came about every two months for about twelve years or so.

     My dad was a good man. He was. I remember every time mom sent a letter, we'd read it together and send her one back from the both of us. And he was super kind and loving, just as any respectable father would be. But around the time I was about ten, he became gradually more disinterested with hearing what mom had to say. I mean, with the growing anti-foreign sentiments festering about, I guess he couldn't afford to have a contact on the outside. My father's last name is Regis, and yes, that is the same last name as Moderator Dianna Regis, and I guess it's my name as well. He's her older brother. You can see how my mom being foreign would cause a bit of an issue, I'm sure.

     But the thing that bothered me the most was the woman he chose to be his wife. I liked her at first, as she was a divorcee and had kids of her own so she seemed to be understanding of our situation. Yet she was the exact opposite of who I knew my mother to be. This lady was well-off, almost rivalling my dad, and didn't have to work a day in her life for it. She was also cold to me, and as I spent more time with her it was more apparent that she didn't actually like me, she just tolerated me. Her kids, a boy and a girl, were pretty much the same in that respect. They were kinda forced to hang out with me, which none of us really enjoyed all that much. But alas, these people were my new family.