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SADF ARCHIVES DATA - MARIA BARSOTTI 12/20/2150Recorded by the SADF upon entry. All records given by MARIA BARSOTTI.A history? Really, this place likes its background checks...Fine, fine. Here’s your lowsy backstory. It’s a good one.My parents were the scum of the SADF. --- Hey, whoa, don’t give me that look. You said this was my account. They worked Tech Science for I don’t even know how many years. Even after I was born nothing was more important than their work. Their technical advances even affected my development. I was six or seven when they put the chip in. I was in a coma for a month. I think.Sure, call it that. I mean, it wasn’t necessarily bad in the end. My brain development sped up threefold. Just enough for me to realize how ****** up it was that they messed with their kid like that. Soon as we landed on Corum for some work, I hightailed it out of there. Survived in the old labs and slums that rose up around them. Most of ‘em thought I was just another runaway boy, so blen
IdentityThey tell you that you move on.You grow older,You gain experience,And everything you see and hear makes you who you are.You move on,And every step you struggled throughHas become your face, your name,Your identity.They tell you that you learn.Every memory you make,Every scene you take part in,It's all what writes your book.You learn,And every face you memorized along the wayHas helped create your mind, your heart,Your voice.We can walk whatever path we wish,Take any turn or twist or fork,And I can say with all certainty that someday we will arrive.Every inch or foot or mile we travel,Every bump we've had to face or flatten,They have created us.It is the experience -The courageThe fear,The love,The hatred,The words,The silence,The truth,The lies,The ecstasy,The pain,And the ever-present harmony of flight and falling.They are what give us a name and face and voice,They are what give us Identity.
NightmaresSleeping.It was the one thing I simply couldn't stand anymore. Despite how exhausted I was, despite how much I wanted to close my eyes and escape...despite how much time had passed... Despite all that, it was still there. There wasn't a night that passed that I didn't dream.By dream, of course I mean nightmares, mind you. It was never anything happy, except the ending, maybe, when I would wake up fearing solitude and instead see him there next to me. I tried my best not to wake him, normally it worked. Tonight like every other night, I turned beneath the sheets and stared at his sleeping face, waiting for my heart to slow down. And like every other night, no matter how his presence helped, it still was there in the back of my mind, red eyes boring into mine and nails digging into my arms.It took a moment to realize that this time there /are/ nails digging into my skin, and that they're mine, and it took a few more before I realized I should stop before I drew blood. Again. Not that