October 31st, 2552 I think – My life in rerun
New Guy/Convict Consriptee Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
Well, it’s nice to know that the rank and file of the Parataph aren’t exactly blaming me for what happened to them. But I think that has more to do with the guard assigned to my work detail then actual feelings.
You can usually guess judging by the number of chemicals that ‘accidentally’ get poured in your food, but considering how my year started, I understand the games and I know how to make sure I don’t get bowled over by their ‘antics’.
Yes, the guard actually called trying to kill me ‘antics.’ Until I suggested that he, or one of them switch bowls with me.
Now they’re just keeping their games to letting me make mistakes that can get me killed without their help – like mixing cleaning chemicals. Fortunately, I had a big brother, and I’m used to the helpful advice that’s designed for them to experiment by proxy.
If they aren’t willing to mix it themselves— I’m not touching it. I survived childhood, I survived my first 10 months (almost) in the fleet, and I have the old one to prove it.
I’m pretty sure the old one has plans for me and that is something. I’m just not exactly sure what.