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(Archives - 142857 / N-15)
Diary number Two
12nd October 2492 : I managed to hide my last two sheets of paper from the staff. It's been nearly impossible to find paper since the Boston Book Party, ten years ago (ten years already, mother would have said in a deep sigh) and it's become so expensive that you cannot be seen carrying a single sheet without having it removed by ill-intentioned individuals*. I know nothing that is half as good as the sound of this old pencil on actual paper as I write these words.
Mother is convinced that Europa is the solution to all our problems. That's what they say. There is no place like Europa - Ask for the moon ! - The only real dream is the European one. Mother believes in all sorts of things.
That's what the companies do. They sell people all kinds of things to believe in until they are so tired of believing that they seek confort in even more belief. People used to be happy before advertisers told them that they weren't in fact happy at all.
Mother is tired. She said that she needed rest. I know that she spends hours getting high on hope. I wish it was metaphor, I really do. Hope™ is Hype !, the advertising mycrochip™ inside my head shouts, reading my thoughts faster than I do**. The production of hope™ is already eclipsed by the arrival of a new drug: Lo- Get addicted to Love™. I smile as the mycrochip™ sings the jingle. The mirror in front of me categorizes it as a "cynic smile" and kindly advises me to suppress it in order to bring more harmony to my face. I spit at it just to watch it clean itself.
11st October 2492 : It was Forth-winter-solstice(™) today, so we changed time. We are now the day before yesterday.
The journey continues. I try to refrain from succumbing to the European dream.
12nd October 2492 : The Captain has received messages from Europa. He said that everything was alright. It worried everyone, but nobody would admit it.
13rd October 2492 : The Island (Hélice Island, as french people call it) is in sight. The passengers will disembark as soon as the ship reaches the planet.
WELCOME TO THE ISLAND, the mycrochip™ soon squeaks.
YOU WILL BE INTERROGATED FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. PLEASE ANSWER KINDLY.
PREPARE YOUR PAPERS (LAUGHS), I MEAN, YOUR ID_TIFICATION-CARDS™.
THE DIRECTION DECLINES ALL RESPONSIBILITY IN CASE OF PHYSICAL DAMAGE SUFFERED DURING THE EXAMINATION.
13rd October 2492 (Evening) : We went through the examination. Our journey continues.
14th October 2492: Today, I faced humanity's oldest nightmare : boredom.
