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How do I cannot begin to understand how humans manage to think with so many distractions.

Oh, thank heavens. There's a museum here, and they're happy to have an archivist. There are even more devices there, though, and I have no idea what I'm doing am not at all familiar with them. They are called computers, and the design seems at least somewhat familiar to this small device, so I suppose that I can find a manual for them, as well.

At least they have kept their physical records. Books I can handle.

I have not b
I I have not been to the apartment I was assigned, yet.
I have no idea who that person is.

Is there Would it be possible to obtain my personal belongings from my office at home? Is there anyone to speak to about the matter? My research-- my books--

Toshiko Sato anyone? According to the PDA we're living together!

I found this little trinket in my pocket. It's just like writing without either a pen or ink!

I'm really not sure how it is I got here. I don't recall falling into any wells or eating any poison apples.

You know, I don't think overestimated Jon's indifference... Well, I suppose some would find this ironic. I don't suppose anyone would like to tell me where I am, or what exactly just happened? Automatons designed to look like knights. Someone has an odd sense of humor.

Was quiet before. Had brief and welcome reprieve from morally bankrupt cacophony of city's screams. Were like steel crickets grating on nerves.

Am not religious man. Believe that God left when liberalism set in, and heroism was persecuted like Christ on cross constructed from good intentions.

Remember day that freedom was sacrificed to maw of carnivorous fear, like child virgin with pink dress to dogs. Remember when end of days masqueraded as beginning of new Eden. Remember deciding not to live in deformed paradise.

Leaves very bad taste in mouth, remembering fate of my city.