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Staring out at the ocean makes me think of home... I remember standing on the shores of Monterey Bay with my family, looking out at the sea. Only we never had a view like this. The only time I ever saw the ocean like this was that one time in the Megazord... and even then I could see the shore underneath me.
It's nice enough here, almost too nice to be a prison. But that's what it has to be. We have serial numbers, everything is uniform... there are other things it could be, I guess, but like none of them make sense (like an "ark," but if there are nonhumans that doesn't work unless they're in pairs). and I have an idea about what it is, but it could be wrong. So... what's everyone's species and ethnic background? I'm a human, of Mexican-American heritage. I know there are a bunch of Japanese nationals running around, and a few people who aren't human. But maybe... if we could get a list going, we could run the statistics and figure something out.
Even if my hunch is wrong, there has to be something we all have in common.
...
Does anyone have a bad feeling about this storm?
[private, hard to hack]
Well, I guess there's no hiding what I am here. So why does it make me feel self-concious, all of a sudden? At home I was proud to be the first female Red Ranger. Here I don't even want to admit I'm a woman at all. Part of it is fear, I guess, ingrained in me after nearly 25 years of listening to stupid misogynist propaganda about from my family and Doggie, but... I could pretend to be someone totally different than I really am on these journals. I could like say Charlie is short for Carlos or Charles. But I didn't, and I wouldn't, but part of me wants to.
Why does it even matter?
Will people judge me less because I'm a woman? I know they did at home, but there I could at least prove them wrong. Here... there's nothing to prove. There's nothing to do. I'm just sort of stuck here, useless. What use is there for a cop inside a prison?
Maybe this is Hell, and I'm here for not just executing Carson before he could do it to himself. Maybe I'm here becuase I didn't save Doggie. Or maybe Mom was right and I'm here for trying to be something I'm not.
...but if I'm here for trying to be like a man, I'd rather be here than Heaven or Earth, or any other planet. If God didn't want me to be a soldier then maybe he shouldn't have made me one. Maybe he shouldn't have made me a Power Ranger.
Power Ranger. Just thinking about the whole Ranger thing makes my skin crawl, even all this time later. Power Rangers are supposed to be the best humanity has to offer. We're supposed to be some kind of step between people and the aliens that protect us. But... well, the Troobian War proves you don't have to be a good person to be Power Ranger, and becoming a Ranger doesn't make you one either. But why? Why this generation? Why us? Why did the myth last for over 30 years before a Ranger went bad?
Why can't I forget about it all, like, just chalk it up as more Troobian criminals and brainwashing? It doesn't matter here.
I wish I had my morpher. Or even just the Shadow Saber.
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It's nice enough here, almost too nice to be a prison. But that's what it has to be. We have serial numbers, everything is uniform... there are other things it could be, I guess, but like none of them make sense (like an "ark," but if there are nonhumans that doesn't work unless they're in pairs). and I have an idea about what it is, but it could be wrong. So... what's everyone's species and ethnic background? I'm a human, of Mexican-American heritage. I know there are a bunch of Japanese nationals running around, and a few people who aren't human. But maybe... if we could get a list going, we could run the statistics and figure something out.
Even if my hunch is wrong, there has to be something we all have in common.
...
Does anyone have a bad feeling about this storm?
[private, hard to hack]
Well, I guess there's no hiding what I am here. So why does it make me feel self-concious, all of a sudden? At home I was proud to be the first female Red Ranger. Here I don't even want to admit I'm a woman at all. Part of it is fear, I guess, ingrained in me after nearly 25 years of listening to stupid misogynist propaganda about from my family and Doggie, but... I could pretend to be someone totally different than I really am on these journals. I could like say Charlie is short for Carlos or Charles. But I didn't, and I wouldn't, but part of me wants to.
Why does it even matter?
Will people judge me less because I'm a woman? I know they did at home, but there I could at least prove them wrong. Here... there's nothing to prove. There's nothing to do. I'm just sort of stuck here, useless. What use is there for a cop inside a prison?
Maybe this is Hell, and I'm here for not just executing Carson before he could do it to himself. Maybe I'm here becuase I didn't save Doggie. Or maybe Mom was right and I'm here for trying to be something I'm not.
...but if I'm here for trying to be like a man, I'd rather be here than Heaven or Earth, or any other planet. If God didn't want me to be a soldier then maybe he shouldn't have made me one. Maybe he shouldn't have made me a Power Ranger.
Power Ranger. Just thinking about the whole Ranger thing makes my skin crawl, even all this time later. Power Rangers are supposed to be the best humanity has to offer. We're supposed to be some kind of step between people and the aliens that protect us. But... well, the Troobian War proves you don't have to be a good person to be Power Ranger, and becoming a Ranger doesn't make you one either. But why? Why this generation? Why us? Why did the myth last for over 30 years before a Ranger went bad?
Why can't I forget about it all, like, just chalk it up as more Troobian criminals and brainwashing? It doesn't matter here.
I wish I had my morpher. Or even just the Shadow Saber.
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