The following entry was recorded upon the inspection of the home of Felix Gemini Urban by Marshall John Camp. The log had been found and its contents saved by permission from Mr. Urban himself. He requested his picture not be submitted along with the entry.
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Felix Gemini Urban
1
From the start I'm going to keep this short. I've never been a big writer, but when you're usually busy and you're finally free to do whatever you want, taking a moment to reflect and write isn't such a bad idea. To whoever reads this, as it would make no sense to write this for my eyes only, here's a bit about me.
My name is Felix Gemini Urban. I'm 22 years of age. 5 foot 10 inches in the customary measurement system. Convert that to metric if you will. Caucasian mix.
I suddenly grew tired. I'll continue this whenever.
2
Just got back from the bar. With nobody obviously, but that ain't a problem for me. More people that I'd have to be hospitable with not counting myself.
I just read that over. Now I feel like a hermit. I guess I don't mind it that much because I never had been the social type of person. Always hated crowds and the stink that came with it. And of course I've had my eye on a girl here and then, but as always, I'm too busy, and never would even have the time to make a relationship work. Plus I'm just picky.
One day.
I'm tired again. Sleep time.
3
Back from another night at the bar. Gotta say, aside from the great drinks, Willy's not a bad guy to talk to. He's got a real heart ya know? That's what this universe needs. Maybe if there were more people like him, there wouldn't be so much heartache among societies.
And he always talks about his family. In a way but not an unhealthy one, I envy him. He's got a beautiful wife and a cute kid. The closest I had to that was a little brother. But he left with Mom. I said I rather her leave with him than me, since I can fend for myself. He should be around 15 right now. Maybe I'll see him before I leave.
4
So I fell asleep on that last entry. Since today's quite the non-eventful day, maybe I'll write just a little more.
Okay reader, you're probably wondering. What about Daddy?
Exactly, what about him?
Just kidding, it's nothing like that. I see him every here and then when he visits my condo. He had to leave for the Navy when I was young, and that's completely understandable. He's a soft guy, but he's become hard. When he came back to Mom, things just were never the same. I love him though. He's my dad.
Another thing you're probably wondering, why do I wish to leave the planet so soon after becoming an adult?
I'm tired of just gazing at the stars from this ground. It's such a waste of opportunity when the ability to finally 'set sail' and immerse yourself into the stars is right at the tip of your fingers. I'm near done with pilot school, concluding my fourth year. And I absolutely can't wait to finally be a part of what I hear everyday.
~Liberty, the House of Opportunity, Democracy, and Capitalism.~
5
Still here, just felt that this journal needed one last number.
What will I become when I finally get out there?
The hell if I know. I just want to explore. I'm just one guy on one planet of this system, out of the many CHARTED systems of Liberty and Sirius. It'll take me a while to explore all of it. Yes, I know the dangers. But what's life if you don't enjoy it?
Goals... goals. Well obviously exploration is one thing. Then there's wealth. I've only heard of a few ways to make money out there, maybe I can find a company to help me achieve that economic power. Besides, I promised Willy just a few days ago I'd give him something if I ever make it big. At least, if I don't die in the process. I'll try not to.
Then, maybe I'll finally have the time to meet my soul-mate. Hundreds of planets and not one girl I can fall in love with? Come on! It'll happen.