Chapter 1.1: The Recorder
Hello, my name is Micheal and I am a recorder for the California unit. I attend work every week day and have two days off, that being the weekends. I know you knew that, but sometimes people can forget they have weekends. A lot of people ask what I do for as a recorder, well that’s simple. I record data of all new things coming from the California unit. What does the California unit do? Well they create new weapon tech for PRIME, mainly used against the others that rebel against PRIME. I always ask why you would rebel against your own government when they always guarantee a living to the people below them. Those people are dumb. I don’t like those people. Any ways I’m talking with you in my head to pass the time until the shift ends. Yes I like my job, but I have no one to talk to and I have no friends of any kind. The others think I’m weird and boring with the way I live and work. Maybe that’s why they don’t hangout with me and aren’t friends with me. I don’t care if you don’t want to be my friend, I’m just glad I have someone to talk to, even if you’re in my head. All that means is the others can’t eavesdrop on us talking. Oh look, it’s five, time to head home.
Micheal gathers his things from his workspace, his empty canteen, his lunch box with stained tupperware from lunch, and his keychain with various assortments of keys for his job and to his house. He didn’t own a car, mainly because he couldn’t afford one with the prices nowadays. He rationalized it in his that he didn’t need a car because his apartment was close enough, he also liked the walks home and his thoughts within. He exited the office building, waving goodbye to his fellow coworkers and began his walk home.
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Throughout the walk he thought about the food he had for lunch, that being bacon bean soup with a side of rice that he could mix in and his newest assignment to be set up the following day, that being the prototype test for a new model of jet called Bladewings. He only knew the basic information on it, like that it is a prototype, it uses a new fusion engine, and that if it worked it would be faster than any other jet across PRIME. Usually when thinking about his day Micheal trails his mind to the scenery around him as he walks home, the cracked sidewalk that he walked on, the tree leaves that glided in the wind, but also the sound of cars flashing by. He didn’t think about much when he walked, only the destination he would arrive at.
A few minutes later he arrived at his complex, living in apartment number 425, the door marking the number and the apartments each having a black screen door and the door behind that being a dull gray. He unlocked both doors and entered, tile is the first thing you’d see when opening the door, then following that was dry brown carpet; part of which is stained a deep black for Micheal had lived in this apartment for a few years. Those were the slow stains of dirt and filth that had built up when constantly entering and leaving the house for various reasons. The paint of his place was a clean white that spread throughout the apartment. He took off his shoes, placed them near the front door, he then placed his lunch box and papers down and went into his room to change into more casual clothes, that being a red shirt and sport shorts; while also removing his socks. Due to money constraints Micheal couldn’t afford much in terms of furniture, so instead of a couch, he had a lawn chair to sit on. Across from that was a small platform to mount his old, but still capable TV. Micheal grabbed the remote and watched the news of the world in his own comfort, after which he would make buttered bread for dinner and go to sleep straight after that. This was because the Bladewing test was tomorrow and he was the one to test the piloting functions as a passenger in the jet itself.