Chapter 6

Just as the light of day was dipping over the horizon of the celestial sphere I walked on I found myself across the street from a warehouse. That warehouse was surrounded by the guardsmen who scurried about it like gas mask wearing ants. Several black lumps littered the sidewalk. These were picked up by teams of two and loaded into the back of a cyber-van— body bags!

Gruesome as the scene was, it did show me that the highest echelon of the colony's social hierarchy could be motivated to do their job when the proper crime presented itself just as I established previously. Doing my best to evade detection I made the trek back to my taxpayer provided domicile. Once back in the barebones apartment my mind was racing with a myriad of thoughts and observations and juicy tidbits vying for first place in a high stakes mental triathlon.

Walking into my bedroom I pulled the top draw of my nightstand and removed the one personal item besides my suit I was allowed to bring with me from Earth: a journal. It was old fashioned pen and paper not the digital ones that flooded the market on Earth. This was penned in my own hand and could not be deep faked or altered in any way unless it was to be copied down elsewhere.

The pen danced upon the paper like an elegant ballerina. I worked feverishly on each paragraph & sentence and punctuation mark that had ever been the bane of my existence. I stopped only when I saw it was time to start getting ready for bed. At that point I laid out a meticulous account of useful information as has already been read here.