5th May'2050 | 9:30 PM | Precinct 3
Xha has been selected too. Among the ten selected candidates, I only know him. We were summoned yesterday at precinct 3 headquarters. They gave us our tool kit. I was just awestruck when I saw it for the first time. I didn't even know half of the gadgets. Since then I'm reading the manuals to understand their mechanism. But the most tempting part is I can't try them out. It's strictly forbidden until the voyage begins.
I saw my father crying today. He is a tough man. I've never seen him like that before. But he didn't notice me. I've to leave, the day after tomorrow. I can feel them. Mother has a will of iron. She is doing her best to act normal, but I'm no kid. I'm much more observant now, thanks to my enhanced senses training regimen. I love them. I hope they know that.
I still couldn't figure out what to do with 'Mr. Lionel'. Biologically he is a cat. 10 years ago, during the 15 minute concession of 'The property act' on 1st May, I found him covered in snow. Initially we thought he was dead, Xha and I moved on. But later when I was coming back alone, he shivered. I couldn't leave him back in the cold. I snuck Mr. Lionel into our basement. It's not illegal to have a pet or something like that, but having a pet inside the complex means more oxygen consumption. That's why the regimen is a little strict about this, especially in Precinct 3 because it is the largest complex of artificial environment. The whole precinct is a huge complex. Outside, it's almost impossible to lead a daily life. The regular hailstorm is one of the many obstacles. And I wonder now, how I stood naked in the middle of a hailstorm for 15 minutes during the agility test. It's insane.
Anyway, I had to plant a separate tree in our basement without informing the 'Guardian Legion' just to balance Mr. Lionel's oxygen consumption. For 10 years, no one knew his existence at all. And as Mr. Lionel can't make any sound, it was easy for me to hide him from mother and father. I named him after my father's favourite footballer. We have a huge poster of Lionel Messi in our drawing room.
My Mr. Lionel has dreamy eyes. Most of the times he stares out of the basement window to the snowy void outside. He is doing it right now. I feel sad for him sometimes and sometimes I join him. During the auroras Mr. Lionel gets crazy. At first he used to get frightened but now he curls his fluffy body in my lap and we watch it together. I'll miss him. I'll miss the cuddles. How can I let him know my situation? May be he has sensed something. He is clinging too much to me. Yesterday he was scratching the basement door after I left him for only 10 minutes or so. He never did that before. I've no idea what to do with him. I'm clueless. He has no one else in this world. Wouldn't it be too selfish of me to leave him behind?
...TO BE CONTINUED
Xha has been selected too. Among the ten selected candidates, I only know him. We were summoned yesterday at precinct 3 headquarters. They gave us our tool kit. I was just awestruck when I saw it for the first time. I didn't even know half of the gadgets. Since then I'm reading the manuals to understand their mechanism. But the most tempting part is I can't try them out. It's strictly forbidden until the voyage begins.
I saw my father crying today. He is a tough man. I've never seen him like that before. But he didn't notice me. I've to leave, the day after tomorrow. I can feel them. Mother has a will of iron. She is doing her best to act normal, but I'm no kid. I'm much more observant now, thanks to my enhanced senses training regimen. I love them. I hope they know that.
I still couldn't figure out what to do with 'Mr. Lionel'. Biologically he is a cat. 10 years ago, during the 15 minute concession of 'The property act' on 1st May, I found him covered in snow. Initially we thought he was dead, Xha and I moved on. But later when I was coming back alone, he shivered. I couldn't leave him back in the cold. I snuck Mr. Lionel into our basement. It's not illegal to have a pet or something like that, but having a pet inside the complex means more oxygen consumption. That's why the regimen is a little strict about this, especially in Precinct 3 because it is the largest complex of artificial environment. The whole precinct is a huge complex. Outside, it's almost impossible to lead a daily life. The regular hailstorm is one of the many obstacles. And I wonder now, how I stood naked in the middle of a hailstorm for 15 minutes during the agility test. It's insane.
Anyway, I had to plant a separate tree in our basement without informing the 'Guardian Legion' just to balance Mr. Lionel's oxygen consumption. For 10 years, no one knew his existence at all. And as Mr. Lionel can't make any sound, it was easy for me to hide him from mother and father. I named him after my father's favourite footballer. We have a huge poster of Lionel Messi in our drawing room.
My Mr. Lionel has dreamy eyes. Most of the times he stares out of the basement window to the snowy void outside. He is doing it right now. I feel sad for him sometimes and sometimes I join him. During the auroras Mr. Lionel gets crazy. At first he used to get frightened but now he curls his fluffy body in my lap and we watch it together. I'll miss him. I'll miss the cuddles. How can I let him know my situation? May be he has sensed something. He is clinging too much to me. Yesterday he was scratching the basement door after I left him for only 10 minutes or so. He never did that before. I've no idea what to do with him. I'm clueless. He has no one else in this world. Wouldn't it be too selfish of me to leave him behind?
...TO BE CONTINUED
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Don't leave Mr. Lionel alone! 🥺
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