he story below is a novella,
which is set it the virtual world of Entropia Universe.
Through the diary entries in her PDA, the story unravels itself,
piece by piece the veil from her past is lifted, and the story unfolds.

Her future you may ask? Well, this story is all but finished,
and all it takes for you to influence the outcome is to interact with her.
To do so, you must download and log into Entropia universe.

Her name, or atleast the name she goes by these days is Acronoid.
But be warned, she has a way with people; and those ways do not
always lead to Rome...


#1 Cover


At the end of days, at the end of time
When the Sun burns out will any of this matter?
Who will be there to remember who we were?
Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us?


And in retrospect I'll say we've done no wrong
Who are we to judge what's right and what has purpose for us?
With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong
Running wild unaware of what might come of us

From "at the end of days" by VnV nation

#2 The perception of memory

Have you ever felt reality slipping away from you? waking up to the here and now?feeling a stranger in your own skin. Waking up into a movie, where you are only a surveyor; until you realize that you seem to be an actor in it too.




That all happens in a split second; and I’m sure the eggheads will tell it has something to do with wrong wiring inside my brain; but what I want to know is where my train of thoughts where just before. It seems like I was stuck in another time, reliving my memories, becoming back the me I was back then.

#3 Four ‘o’ Clock departure


When a rapid succession of events unfolds and hammering rushes of adrenalin are the only thing that keeps your light on; the world becomes a searing place. Through the haze, the goal to reach the departure hall is the only thing that keeps me going. More than a thought it is the last bit of sanity, from a time reason still existed. I’m holding onto.


I can’t recall any memory of boarding the ship and I can only hope that the years of hiding behind mental masks have become enough of an automatism not to make me look suspectable. Though I doubt that this happened since I’m still breathing at the moment.

 When I woke up, I found that I had set the status of my quarters to “do not disturb”, a further reassurance. 7AM, I have nearly slept 3 hours and it will take at least another 6 before the ship will start its first jumping sequence. I think I’ll turn over my tear soaked pillow and catch some more sleep.

#4 A leap of faith

Nagging is my headache and I’m still waiting for the painkillers to work in.
It are those crappy Omegaton  breeze pills. I hate that civilian crap.

Seems my subconscious is trying its best to adapt to my new reality. 72 hours ago, I didn’t have any plans to go living on some remote rock a billion light-years away; neither to kill an innocent woman to take her place or to leave most of the people I know behind without even saying goodbye.
At least, I could get a message through to Gregory; which was a big risk, but I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to him.


Funny how I now remember sister Margaret always saying “do your best and god will take care of the rest”. Naive words that character her weakness, though wrapped in the comfortable illusion of a shepherd watching over her. I cannot believe such illusion or seek comfort in any other. In fact if it wasn’t for my “divine” intervention she might still be molested upon today.
Instead of believing in a fairytale , I learned to believe in myself; something almost as hard as trusting myself, but by far not as hard as to learn to love myself.


So instead of trying my best, I tried my worst.
And the worst I did indeed. Handling with utmost speed we managed to hack the army & Empire databases, destroy three stored DNA samples of me; search a target, killing her, swapping DNA in god (and Didi) knows how many databases, disposing of the body in some drug lab’s acid bath downtown, where no uniform would set foot unless suicidal, distorting security cams on the way, forging security passes, breaking in and forged entry, cover up trails and loose ends and what else I don’t even remember.

How we did manage to do that in just 64 hours I don’t know, even without sleeping.
Deitrich and I make a great team and his hacking and planning skills are just beyond comprehension. Still the question bothers me why he helped me out of this shit. Was it repayment for the old days, a challenge to break the boredom or maybe he fell in love with me. Or is this something friends just do, helping each other even if it puts oneself in danger?

#5 Left in the middle of nowhere

Almost halfway to Calypso and we are in a vast empty plain in space that is comparable with the feeling of emptiness, so long resident deep inside my stomach. While the most of the universe isn’t very bright to begin with, I must say that this must be the most dark shithole I have seen or heard of.
This is place is drenched in boredom and melancholy that it slowly seems to tear away the fabric of sanity. Even the relay post here, as one of the very few, is completely automated, without operator or any other staff.


While I will be glad when the next sequence of jumps will start, hoping that the scenery I’ll see then will be better; I can’t seem to let the feeling go that a part of me will be forever left here.
This emptiness brings me further than ever from all I know and I start to realize that there Is no way back. Behind lays all I knew and loved, poisoned and hostile to me, before me lays the unknown, waiting like a prison more than a refuge.


#6 Heroic deeds never go unpunished

We all know them those brave young men; with the courtesy of a knight fighting for justice and to serve the Empire. The bound to be hero’s that protect the weak and fend off the enemies & robots alike.

I just plain fucking hate them.

My father was such a hero; a naive puppet fighting in the illusion of the glory of the Empire. With his golden heart found love to Su; a woman I cannot bring over my lips to call mother. a weak troubled girl who was sure to wander a dark path if not saved by his “knightly” intervention. When his family disapproved of his choice; they more and more strayed away from him.

I still remember that sunny day in April that year; when he last hugged me before he went on a short mission to free some deserted rock from a settlement of bots. It was really a trivial mission; just some cleaning up of a sector in space where the Empire was “victorious” over their own creation of silicone and steel.

Four days later I woke up to see my mother crying in the sofa. Her complexion still carved into my memories.

I pity that five year old girl whenever I think back. In one instant she lost her father, to what I much later found out to be a rigged mission; her mother who didn’t managed to stay clean from drugs till the funeral. And whatever she had remaining of a family on her father’s side, put their hands clean of that bastard child. In the spirit of restoring their “family honour and values”.

So you see, heroic deeds never go unpunished; even after you die in the illusion of doing good, you just have been backstabbed by your good faith and left your loved ones to wither and die.


This trip is giving me too much time to think. And thinking is the last thing I can use right now.

#6 Under a tree

This is so not what I feared for, it is even worse, it is a place where I actually feel kinda home if ever I had that feeling.
As target destination I chose New Oxford; both because I had a hunch I could find a quiet spot here and because the flyer for Port Atlantis showed a stable and I hate the reek of farms.

Painting by Jamira, the deer mall and art galleries in New Ofxord


Now I’m sitting under a tree feeling and smelling nature and viewing the passage of people looking around this place. From what I’ve been hearing it seems that this complete place has only been around for two months or so.
It reminds me of the time I was a child, I would sit under my favourite oak tree in the inner court of the orphanage. I could spend hours reading stories and science books on my PalmBook (one of the few gifts I got from Lt. Mike) until either it started to rain or I was called inside.

But unlike then; these trees here don’t look ill and brownish and although it is only June, Omega16 burns brighter than I ever remember earths sun felt doing.

Credits

MindArk, for creating Project Entropia (Entropia Universe)
Jamira, for letting me use her sketches