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Wednesday May 1, 2013 or 5 Jux 45 if you may… The bulletin posted on the monitor read, “All those interested in a visit to Elysium be in the foyer at 15:55. - Cordelia” I put on my socks and steel capped sneakers, pick up my leather jacket and step into the corridor to head down stairs when I notice Jason and Akio in the hallway. They’re both scurrying towards the foyer carrying weapons. I’m particularly stunned by what appears to be some sort of high tech rifle in Jason’s duffle bag. He mumbles: "No swords for me... Oversized butter cutters!". "Hey, Guys... Did someone declare war?" I shout after them… They both tell me that it’s SOP for any field trip. "Okay, Don't leave without me." My Sgian Dubh is already in my right stocking, Multi-tool on my belt, but I have to go back into my room to retrieve my Dirk. I strap it to my belt and sprint to the Foyer where the group is assembling; including both of the large dogs, Mikato and Choki. Cordelia has her

Is it an abduction? Have I been abducted? It’s called abduction if you offer candy to a child to get them into your van. ‘Come play with these puppies. You can call me Uncle. Now come sit in my lap…’ ‘Come, leap through this portal to my magic kingdom...’ That line apparently worked on me. I’m feeling a little homesick realizing that I can’t just jump on a plane and go home. What’s really more disconcerting is being cut off. It’s been just over twenty-four hours. If this were L.A. I’d have called home by now and it’s gut wrenching to think of Mom worrying because I haven’t checked in. I was pretty vague with her on exactly where I was going and where I would be staying, because I didn’t know. Still don’t know exactly where I am. Over twenty-four hours and a good chunk of that has been spent being incapacitated in my room. Learning to shield my brain from mysterious ‘Trump Power’ that I am somehow sensitive to. The salt on my skin from the swimming pool is starting to itch so I set my c

I thought about Ms. Chan’s departing remark and say, "Talk about ~Always leave your audience wanting more~..." I finish my last gulp of coffee. I strip off my clothes and jump into the lap pool. I take a deep breath, stick my head under water and scream. I come up for air and swim over to the edge of the pool as Fatima says, "I find it easier to talk to strangers about truths. And I don't know any of you," she pauses and looks around at all of us, "I'm scared. I had certainty and now I have a vast universe of unknowns. If everything she says is true, and the things she is not saying are true as well, then we have little choice but to use our cogs to move forward the machines of destiny. She has laid, in me at the least, a foundation of tenuous trust, based on needs. I worry about my future when she decides she no longer needs me. Will I be free to go, or seen as a future threat?" She sighs, looking up at the strange moons, hugging herself. "Am