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jarvis
- 6/9/2016 8:14pm

I'm free.

After escaping the Mort Irago Prison aboard the Builder ship, Miskata, I'm still on the run.

I have nowhere to go. I'm in another time.

If you can detect this signal, know that I have long been dead in your time. No, I won't be discussing any technicalities.

I will come back, though not this time. I'm still helping a poor chap rescue an innocent civilian that got sent to another world.

In case you're wondering how the hell I got hold of a console to write this, I'm also not telling. There are things you're better off not knowing. It's for your own good.





jarvis
- 6/18/2016 2:05am

While lying down on red grass, I remembered my younger brother Marley. I was nine when mother gave birth to Marley. We were on a dimly-lit hospital room together with some other patients. Mother was giving birth next to an accident victim. The poor guy had contraptions lifting up parts of his body. Everybody was very careful not to bother the bandages while my mother pushes Marley out. Now that I think about it, I can't understand why some people say that birthing is a magical thing. There's nothing magical about it, if not grotesque.

When Marley came out, the doctors were sweating really hard. Marley's body came out first, which means Marley was premature. It was difficult for them to get the head out. I heard one of the medical staff telling the senior citizens, who were at that time playing poker on a corner, that my brother wouldn't survive.

Then it happened. When the doctor got Marley out, Marley was silent. They tried tapping him on the back but he still didn't cry.

Anyway, that's a story from the past. Or perhaps in the distant future? I'm sorry but I really don't know. I've been drifting from place to place, from a point in time to another. I needed something to pin me to whoever I am. Does time define who I am? I am everywhere, yet nowhere. Always in motion, yet perfectly still.

Me typing in my console helps me retain some of my sanity. Soon, there wouldn't be enough space in the console for these memories. I hope Oldman finds me before that happens.

For now, I will go to the town square and buy myself a meal at the inn. At least before I disappear ag...

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