November 10th 2089

I bought this diary from an antique shop in the ‘Old City’. It should have been made around 2056. Under the advice of some colleagues who I can hardly consider friends, I decided today to transcribe my thoughts for the ‘future’. My name is Gantan Kuro, I am 17 years old and I come from the city of Aokoji. I work as an employee in the EAS, also known as Electronic Alternative for Science. My job is to approve or reject electronic engineering projects that pass through our offices. I start working at 6 in the morning, then I have a break at 12 and finish working at 17. Now it’s 17:57 and i am inside my apartment on the second floor of a residential complex in the suburbs of Aokoji. I have a cat named Patrick. The fact that I own a diary could prove dangerous as paper was banned with corporate decree n790 of 2078 and this would label me as a ‘Relic’. For you in the future who do not know what a ‘Relic’ is, a Relic is a person who rejects the technological progress of all Otopia and who would like to return to the state before the great war of 2043. It’s been 3 years since I live alone, because my roommate Jae was arrested for illegal possession of EAS reserved material, it all happened overnight and I was shocked by the violence the security teams had towards Jae. After the event i never saw him again and then they kept in the interrogation apartments for 2 months before the security teams understood (through any types of torture) that I am loyal to Otopia, after a few weeks I met X, a girl, I met her in the museum of technological antiquities, I was looking at a painting depicting a kiss between 2 people covered by a veil (The ancients fantasy was amazing), she noticed the bruises left by the security teams and asked me if I was okay, I looked at her with a surprised face, you should know that in our times strangers hardly speak or hardly feel your presence but she did, she looked at me. And consequently I looked at her, she had a green band on the arm of her uniform symbol that she was part of the ecology section of the EAS, her face seemed very relaxed for the standards of the EAS employees, her black hair shone in the ancient environment of the museum. Anyway, to her question I answered “yes” and I left. perhaps it was the biggest mistake of my life, since then she became X like a variable in mathematics and i never saw her, and from that day I walked holding my head high hoping to see her again in the future.

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