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Feb 05, 2009 19:56

Say, that man in the armour. What is he? SOLDIER or soldier? Either way, considering he let me leave his laboratory, I doubt I'll have much need of a bodyguard, here.

Not that I'm entirely sure where here is. Another world, the Planet says. Not my own. Earth, is it? You know, I once dreamt I was taken to another world, dressed in green, but still selling flowers-I wasn't dead there, either. Does that happen often? Returning to the Planet in your original body with all your memories intact, I mean. It's been so long since I last breathed and spoke using words that I'd almost forgotten how. I can't feel what anyone's thinking, and that probably shouldn't trouble me as much as it does.

This place is so different, though. I can see the sky and hear the earth-the Earth, I'm sorry-although it's far from peaceful. You'll have to forgive me if I make any mistakes with this communicator; I've never used a device quite like it. It's much more complicated than the PHS.

But, protecting the Planet? I suppose some things never change.

Oh. And I think I'm lost.
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