2149.1.4 - 0645

Not this fucking nightmare again. I wanted to know all I could about my grandparents and where they came from. I just wish I didn't ask to know this. I know why my parents refused to tell me up until they were sick of me asking. It breaks me to know what they went through, finding out HOW we got to this shithole. Makes me wonder what life would be like if the asteroid DIDN'T happen almost thirty years ago. 

Makes me wonder why I accepted this Harvard scholarship. It just seems like I'm leaving a major piece of me behind in Las Vegas, just leaving them out to dry like this. I know, I know. It's the chance of a fucking lifetime and all that glorious jazz. I just want to give them the world so we don't have to live in Sector 6. It's dangerous, rat infested, and a wonderful piece of shit. The people are too blind to see that their captor is smiling right in their faces while he's stabbing them in the back. Dumbasses.

I guess I better start my day. I just have the one goal in mind - get the parents out of Sector 6, then I'll figure out the rest. Harvard waits for no one...hah, I kill myself with that one. Oh shit, I think I hear mom coming down the hall....

2149.1.4 - 0930

What did I do to deserve this? I'm surrounded by three Edwards Cybersystems guards when I get out of my apartment, and a guy that looks like he's in his late 30s that doesn't even know how to keep his breakfast off of his clothes or out of his teeth. 

Now? Now I'm sitting in the middle car of a three car convoy like I'm precious cargo. The SUVs are fully stocked with guards. I doubt it's for the incompetent fool's security. He's saying he's a Harvard liaison, shows the credentials, but he acts like such a fucking neanderthal..

2149.1.4 - 1100

Right now, Eric is staring at me in a panic because he lost his precious security detail back at the tarmac. I'm enjoying every second of it. The guy blurted out that I made him really nervous. Me. An eleven year old kid, when he's more than three times my age. Is his ego that fragile? I guess so. It's just hilarious to watch him sweat, sputter incoherently, and make a fool of himself. I wish this flight was manned, I could use something to snack on while I sit back and watch him freak. It's better than live TV.

The autopilot just went off and said that there were forty five minutes until landing. I guess I'll sit here pretending to do work for a bit longer, while watching him go crazy. Something tells me he's going to take off running from the VTOL as soon as we land. I'd place a bet on it.

2149.1.4 - 1430

Well, I did it now. I failed my challenge that the Dean gave me. He asked for it though. I have no regrets. What I said needed to be said. Everyone wants the best for me, yet they don't want what the best for them is. That's counterintuitive. Follow your dreams, your passions, don't stagnate. If something feels like a trap, don't stick in the chain. Break free. Hopefully he finally got the message.

Guess it's time to go face the music. Hopefully I don't get expelled on my first day..

2149.1.5 - 1030

I’m fueled by an uncontrollable rage, and enjoying every waking second of it. Rían wants to use me as an asset? Like a tool that he can use to screw in a lightbulb? Fine. I’ll play along – for now. I know, when I’m done with my schooling that he’s going to try and come collect his prize, but he will not get the satisfaction – directly. Edwards is connected with him. Only Edwards, that’s my requirement. I’m not going to point it out directly, he’s got to figure it out himself. Then, and only then, will he get the satisfaction of the tool, but in an airtight employment contract where I hold the fucking deck. This is not some decision that I take lightly. It’s a necessary step in ensuring that my parents who have sacrificed their very existence to make sure that I got the best opportunities do not sit idly by while being left to the dogs back at Sector 6 in Las Vegas, the rat infested shithole that it is.

2155.6.21 - 1900

That sadistic fuck. For the past two weeks since graduation, he withheld Trevor from my grasp. I had my suspicions that he knew exactly what I was planning, owing to that jackass Andrews. 

Speaking of, he should be arriving at Tristan really soon. Too bad I can't see the look on his face when he's thrown to the scavengers in Sector 7. 

Don't lie to me. Don't manipulate me. Don't make plans behind my back. I find out, I will enact swift revenge and it will not be pretty. I have fought, bled, and risked my sanity to get where I am today. I do my rampage through the ranks not for me, but for my parents who put their very existence on the line for me.

The rent-a-cops back at the station really put me on the edge. Not yet. I need to gather as much intel as possible on Rían and sever the chain from the bottom up if I have to. Tomorrow, I'm going to see about joining the robotics division of the armed forces. It sounds up my alley: robotics, coupled with learning how to shoot from the pros.

Just hope it's not a fucking trap...