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I let one go.

Actually, that’s not true. He’s still tied up in my bed, asleep.

But he’s alive.

He’s not like the others at all.

He says he loves me (!?). That should make me not trust him, but it doesn’t.

Nobody’s ever said that to me before. I can’t help it. I believe him. He makes me feel strange, but good.

And very, very aroused.

Nothing good can come of this…

Flotsam

A serial. Click here for the first entry

2158.12.29 // 13:37:51

[User: foxy]

[Direct entry]

 

I’m now captain.

I don’t know how much that actually means. I’ve had my friends running my errands, but they don’t know it’s for me.

I’ve learned how to lead people. I’m actually ok at it.

Even “indirectly.”

This operation is huge.

Still have to pretend to be normal, with all the work.

I still have my secondary job with the other part of the operation, too.

Guess it’s the same thing a mercenary does. People respect mercenaries, right?

Yeah, I know. No.

If anyone ever reads this, don’t judge harshly.

It’s tough here.

Flotsam

A serial. Click here for the first entry

2157.11.15 // 04:30:01

[User: foxy]

[Transcription entry]

 

I did it again.

I brought home another drunk foreigner from the factory management.

Unlike the last guy, he was mean and aggressive. He hit me, bit me and tried to get violent.

Turning things around on him actually felt good.

I’ll never make the mistake I made the first time.

Mav came by to check on me before I was done cleaning up, but I sent her away.

She’ll probably suspect. As long as she doesn’t know…

Flotsam

A serial. Click here for the first entry

2157.10.03 // 01:41:13

[User: foxy]

[Transcription entry]

 

I decided to write a long entry tonight.

I have to do some very bad things, and I wanted to leave a record of my reasons.

My name is Lysi, son of Maraiki. I’m a native of Fonaci.

I have little love left for my planet or its people.

But the government must go.

My city was lush back before 1800y. That’s what people say, anyway. After three hundred years of unequal trade, it’s a hell. It’s all I’ve ever known, and I still recognize it as a hell.

My knowledge of history is bad. Forgive my ignorance. We had something called a ‘parliamentary government’ through 1790. They say people actually had a say in the way the government ran, then.

Then came the Universal trade movement, and our government was shut down. The book said they were too isolationist and uncompetitive, too hostile to trade. The new government was described as “laissez-faire” capitalist. I don’t know anything about politics or economics. I’ve never had enough money so I don’t know what that means at all. I’m sorry. What I do know is what the world looks like now.

Everything here is run by giant corporations off-planet. We don’t know the names, anymore, or care. They used to train locals to work in the factories, even within my lifetime. But the factories got bigger and bigger, and now they bring in their own people. I don’t know why. I don’t know what they make.

One of the members of my cell is an engineer, but he couldn’t explain it to us.

The factories are like little cities in themselves. They have security forces. Mostly from Brynton. They beat, torture and kill locals for fun, or to intimidate, or if they catch you within the protected zone near a factory.

Officially, the government provides food dispensaries for basic sustenance, and ‘facilities’ for basic health and services.

Officially.

Coriagh is here. More later.

Flotsam

A serial. Click here for the first entry

2157.08.12 // 11:11:31

[User: foxy]

[Transcription entry]

 

So much for every day.

I’m terrible.

I got assigned a spotter to keep that from happening again. His name’s Coriagh, and he hardly says anything.

I think he doesn’t like me.

I learned how to shape and set explosives today. I hope it never comes to that.

Flotsam

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2157.08.08 // 05:45:55

[User: foxy]

[Voice entry]

 

I almost died today.

I’ve decided to write one of these a day from now on, every day.

Flotsam

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2157.03.30 // 03:21:01

[User: foxy]

[Transcription entry]

 

I knew that would happen.

They’ll listen to me now.

Flotsam

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2157.02.29 // 05:45:45

[Anonymous entry]

[Transcription entry]

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I had a surprise visitor—the jackal came back. I spent more than five hours just talking to him.

I even apologized, but he seemed to understand. He had someone watching me, which I don’t understand. But I’m now part of the resistance. It’s called DOCAL. I guess I should know what that stands for, but I don’t.

Apparently we’re setting up to create a rebellion, and he seems to think that it has a chance to actually work. He had me convinced, but now that he’s gone I’m doubting again—I know this city and its people.

He gave me some stuff to use, including a new datapad.

I should set it up and use it instead of this one, but it takes hours to set up the encryption and I’m tired.

I’m excited, but a little scared.

Flotsam

A serial. Click here for the first entry

2157.02.12 // 12:00:49

[Anonymous entry]

[Transcription entry]

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Mav seems to be doing a bit better—no more fever.

She’s limping around being bitchy.

The boiler in this building finally blew up, though. There’s a crater and rubble where the north wing used to be. There were a bunch of people who lived there—I don’t know what happened to them.

For me, no more heat or hot water.

Fine for me—Like most foxes, I just get fluffy when it’s cold. Her fur is thinner, though.

So I built a little flue and I’m using my old sink as a wood stove.

I’m a bit proud of it.

Flotsam

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2157.02.08 // 19:13:55

[Anonymous entry]

[Transcription entry]

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Alice’s got raided by one of the local gangs.

They held them off, and killed a bunch, but Mav has a bad wound. She’s staying here tonight.

Big slice in her stomach and a hole in her thigh. I packed them with honey, but not sure what else to do.

The honey cost all my savings. I won’t tell her.

I hope she survives. I’m scared to be without her.