Sometimes your absence affect the last person you'd thought it'd affect. ~ML
Dear Diary,
Today I got a message from a former friend of mine, a person I'd thought was lost forever, even dead. He just disappeared one day, out of his Archivist office, Downtown. I've been getting e-mails from him for awhile, I don't think he addresses them to me though. His e-mails are broken up, I'm not getting the entire message. However, the last fews sounds desperate. He talks about being in a ship called the Viraconrida, and apparently the ship's battery is low on power. After receiving this e-mail, I started to get my hopes up about his status. However, I knew I had to help him. I knew he needed help. I don't know what compelled me, but I went out to search for him among the Red Pill Subculture. I met a man in a white fedora and gray jacket. He agreed to help but warned me that some people may not like what I was doing. He put me in contact with a group called the Cypherites, apparently a secret society. One of the Cypherites agreed to back-trace the e-mails and pinned his territory near a "New Zion". The man in White Fedora explained that he's behind enemy territory. They sent a message out to him, I hope it reaches him in time, and I hope he makes it out ok, I won't be able to sleep tonight, but what else is new? Well see you next time Diary.
Luv, Di
Dear Diary,
Today I got a message from a former friend of mine, a person I'd thought was lost forever, even dead. He just disappeared one day, out of his Archivist office, Downtown. I've been getting e-mails from him for awhile, I don't think he addresses them to me though. His e-mails are broken up, I'm not getting the entire message. However, the last fews sounds desperate. He talks about being in a ship called the Viraconrida, and apparently the ship's battery is low on power. After receiving this e-mail, I started to get my hopes up about his status. However, I knew I had to help him. I knew he needed help. I don't know what compelled me, but I went out to search for him among the Red Pill Subculture. I met a man in a white fedora and gray jacket. He agreed to help but warned me that some people may not like what I was doing. He put me in contact with a group called the Cypherites, apparently a secret society. One of the Cypherites agreed to back-trace the e-mails and pinned his territory near a "New Zion". The man in White Fedora explained that he's behind enemy territory. They sent a message out to him, I hope it reaches him in time, and I hope he makes it out ok, I won't be able to sleep tonight, but what else is new? Well see you next time Diary.
Luv, Di
