October 26th, 2552 or January 2553, maybe 2650? – Sub-currents
Pilot/Explorer/Envoy Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
It’s one thing when you’re the one being railroaded— the universe is like that and let’s face it, it’s how I got here in the first place.
But not one, but 3 or 4 different species are being maneuvered like chess pieces on a board, it gets a bit… Machiavellian. Wars have been around since the first being picked up a rock and learned he could take what he wanted with violence.
As we get more civilized we find less aggressive ways of getting what we want, diplomacy, negotiations, rules of conduct, codes of honor it all leads to a more civilized way of taking what you want and using nicer prettier rocks while you do it.
This— this has not been civilized. It has been orchestrated. There are those among the Paratraph who think we’re the ones who orchestrated it but since our technology is only now catching up with theirs, it’s one of the less likely possibilities they’re entertaining. That we are allied with the Lasatiea, that we are their pawns or their willing partners is more likely.
Either way, we’re just as dead. The Council is convening a trial for me in particular and the human race in absentia. And they’ve called, not on one, but three mind-seers to raid my mind and find what they want to know.
Like I said, a more civilized, prettier rock but that’s all it is.