The subject that the directors of Lippstadt Creed call “Meredith en Thielles” appears to be a highly altered, or sophisticated clone of the lost professor. It is the opinion of the CONCORD that while she may appear to be the deceased Professor en Thielles this is mere wishful thinking. Make no mistake, while her presence is benign now, it may not be later. That construct is a Drifter – and only very mildly different in appearance. It is the opinion of DED that her licenses and identity be immediately revoked. If the clone of Professor en Thielles makes the mistake of entering CONCORD protected space, all ships are hereby ordered to immediately detain and transfer the construct to Yulai.
Anareri Acon – CONCORD Security Specialist, Yulai
It took me a few days to finally look at this. I never really thought I’d be able to make an entry here again. I haven’t had access to this system in so long that I guess I thought I would never have access again.
So much has happened.
But yet nothing has.
I don’t have clear memory of exactly what happened between popping back out of that wormhole and finding Jarvis again (of all coincidences… out of all of New Eden, the wormhole I pop back out of has him in that system…) but I know something did. I can’t even look in a mirror. I don’t look the same, I don’t feel the same. Time has passed. I can see it in my face and I can see in on the calendar. However, my perception of time and what my own body shows doesn’t line up. It’s not even close. For me, it feels like maybe ten… fifteen… maybe not even that. But for everyone else it’s been thirty-three years.
I still look fifty. My hair, now that it’s finally growing back, is white as it should be for someone my age–perhaps more–but my face and my body is the same. Perhaps… even younger.
The pictures Jarvis has sent CONCORD and Caille to prove my return, and for identification, all shows me as I was back when I disappeared, only with greying hair.
I don’t look like that anymore.
I don’t even wear the glasses anymore.
Enough of this maudlin whining.
Jarvis has me working as the station gunnery and control officer on one of the athanors in the star system the corporation he now works for owns. Thankfully, they’re in null-sec. As far away from CONCORD and Caille as I can possibly get. Probably a good thing. If I was seen, I’d be whisked away and probably poked and prodded like some science project instead of a human being. At least out here I’m protected.
While on a maintenance trip to another athanor, I took this snapshot.
It’s in a system halfway to Venal… where the systems have no names. Only designations. Sometimes I miss Vittenyn and Bourynes, even Intaki, but it’s not that bad out here anymore.
I could make it home.
Staring at Asteroids 