Galen enjoys a drink with friends in this Thursday’s Memories of Green.
04/06/2089
Subject – Bar
After multiple cups of black coffee, and more cigarettes than I’d like to count, I’ve finished the article. Really burnt myself out on this one. After everything that I saw yesterday, I didn’t want to leave anything out, but I had a hard enough time telling you guys about it. I still don’t know whether I’m in big trouble for putting anything about Athena on here. The whole story is with the paper now, I guess it’ll be published in no time.
I received roughly fifteen more of those “They are fucking BLINDING you” emails this evening. Really freaked me out, especially after thinking about Athena all evening. I was more than glad when Fixxxer got hold of me and invited me down to Midnight for a drink. I almost said yes before he’d finished asking, was more than happy to get away from my computer by that point.
Industrial was as pleasant as it usually is this evening. The filth and heat hacked at my lungs until I caved in and bought a mask from a vendor. I hope they give them out to the guys in the Inclusion Zones for free. I saw an elderly man hacking into his hands behind the fences this evening. His coughs echoed into the factories and warehouses. C.P walked up to him and led him into one of the shacks, the coughing stopped then. At the very least, its good to see the Administration are looking out for their health. Proves they’re still human.
Fixxxer, Lone_Shark and I talked about Cypher, Athena, The Administration. Mostly they just let me do the talking and sat there listening. I think the whole thing rendered them speechless. The idea of a machine powerful enough to analyse the internet in a microsecond is a pretty terrifying thought. I probably should have left The Administration’s acquisition of Athena out of it. What with their political views, it probably scares them half to death. Thinking about it, it scares me half to death.
They’re nice guys, I feel guilty that I have to leave in two days. They’ve opened my eyes to a lot of things and I’m not sure I entirely like what I see. It’s a tragic thing to doubt the Administration, but after the beatings I’ve witnessed and the gunships that have watched me file onto a train at night, I can’t carry on accepting everything is okay. I need to find out why this is happening – I’ve simply accepted it for too long. I’ve accepted it because its always been someone else being taken away, someone else being beaten, someone else on the run. I’ve always thought that it must be for the good of us all. Today I looked a man in the eye as he was being taken into one of C.P’s trucks, and instead of seeing an Anti-Patriot, a terrorist, an Unregistered Immigrant, I saw myself looking back.
Night
Galen
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