---Time Stamp 23:24--- 
---Date: 23-04-2092--- 
---Identify: LaFleur, Ona--- 
---Rank: Civilian--- 

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It is with a weary soul that I begin the arduous task of recording the past two years of my life, most of which I have lived on Calypso. It is my hope that one day, those that come after, will remember their origins. That this world was not always our home. That we must cooperate if we are to survive. 

That we are not alone. 

It was the year 2090. I lived on Earth, our true home world. I had a normal life, a normal job with steady pay, an apartment with a great view. There was so much I didn’t know. So much that millions of us didn’t know. So much the United Government didn’t tell us, until it was too late. 
We had discovered we were not alone in this vast universe. An alien race, searching for a way to further its own existence, had found us. The U.G. thought they would be our friends, that they could help us in our quest to explore beyond our own universe, and into the great expanses of space. They were wrong. These beings were not interested in being amiable; rather they wanted our world, our resources, and us. We became slaves to them. We worked our own factories, we farmed every acre of land we could, and we mined all our resources until our world was as dry as the bones of those who died before us. 

And then they were gone. 

We were left with nothing but little more than the clothes on our backs. We were a dying race, with barely any food, water, shelter, or hope. Then it happened. A rumor, that a group of scientist had a means of survival. 

When we first made contact with the aliens, the U.G. had been divided on the issue of whether these beings were friend or foe. In the end, approximately 25% of the scientific community had split and gone ‘underground’, both figuratively and literally. They pursued with vigor, research on a government project, Project Entropia, in the hopes that, should their fears become reality, they might have a chance to survive. 

The project had involved a planet named Calypso. It had been discovered by accident 10 years prior to the invasion and the government had spent millions in exploring, researching, and sending missions successfully, back and forth. All of this was unknown to the rest of us, until now.

There was an underground facility in the middle of the great basin desert in Nevada. Here is where the scientists had been living until now. They had ships, capable of carrying up to 500 people at one time, to the planet Calypso. They were offering a second chance to anyone who could get there, in exchange for help in pursuing their research. 

They told us that the planet had been supplied with pods and such that would grant us access to mining, hunting, and manufacturing equipment. There were a few ‘cities’ that had been established that would provide us with adequate shelter. But most of all, this planet provided us with a chance at life, a hard life yes, but a life, which was more than what we had there on Earth. 

We came by the thousands. People from all over the world gathered in the middle of the desert. The ones in charge, whom we affectionately nick-named ‘Mind Ark’, registered us all and gave us numbers. When our numbers were called, we were to board one of the ships and begin our 2 month journey to Calypso. They provided us with food, water, and basic clothing on the journey, and it was pleasant enough, if not a bit crowded. 

Upon arrival, there was little the ones in charge could do for us other than point us in the general direction. Those involved in MA were either busy shuttling people back and forth, or were locked up in labs and buildings, inaccessible to us, researching, refining, and churning out new and better equipment for us to survive with. We rarely ever see them, and because of this, we have come to develop a love/hate relationship with them. We love them for providing us this world, but we hate them for their seemingly vacancy, though, I’m sure they’re still around, watching. 

I made a small group of friends my first few months here. Together we teamed up to hunt, and mine. We then sold our ‘loot’ to those that were able to refine them into clothing, weapons, and armor. While it was indeed a difficult time, I had friends, and developed skills I never would have known I could possibly posses. It was as the months went on though, that I realized how difficult it really would be, as I began to loose acquaintances to the perils of an undeveloped world. 

Within 7 months, I was alone. 

Although there were others around, I couldn’t connect with them. The colonists called this phenomenon ‘Separation Distress’ brought on by the trials of slavery and followed by the sudden uprooting of everything one knows and is used to. It lasted for months. I holed up in a desolate bar in a crumbled city and became a recluse. I avoided all contact with others, and only ventured out to hunt for food. 

It was a lonely existence, and I wanted to die. 

I eventually emerged from my self-imposed prison. In my fear of experiencing more heartbreak, I only evoked more with my isolation. I apprehensively rejoined the human race, only to find so much had changed! Greater weapons had been manufactured, better mining equipment had been made, stronger armor introduced, and new resources had been discovered…along with more unpleasant things. Robots and mutants. Once again we humans were plagued with life forms that wanted to destroy us. The robots were calculating, clever, and strong. The mutants were grotesque, violent, and lethal, the result of genetic manipulation done by the U.G. in an attempt to better acquaint our human forms for survival on this world. They had created human monsters, and we had to destroy them. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if there’s anything human left inside them… 

For now I have to close this log. It’s very late, and if I’m to continue my survival, I must do the things that every human requires, and number one on my list right now, is sleep. I’ll continue this at a later date, if I find it might be useful. 

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