In The Grand Scheme Of Things

[Distance_warrior@hotmail.com]

**Extracts from the diary of Mr Denis, a Planet Erie ship owner**

'€œWhere to begin? Oh god how does one begin? How can you begin to document a single moment that destroys you entire life?

It all started around closing time at the dealership when that vile creature that nomad battleship in human form came up to me and whispered things in my ear things that*sniff* things that*huh*horrible things. He told me my wife'€™s name, what she was wearing, what she was doing when he came. He told me what my kids did at school, the marks James got for his report on the uses of plutonium...*sobs* of what he did to them. And so I run, I ran and ran all the way home... *crying* and saw my home exactly as he described it, the new paining on the wall my kids coats on the floor again and my families bodies... stiff from the poison they drank huddled on the floor. As I weep pepper flew into my mouth and nose, probably some *sniff* sick joke on his part. Then he burst in with the police*Whimpers* and started weeping as the police took me into custody. I protested my innocence and told them the story but they said '€œthen how come he is their father'€. *crying* he even had the papers to prove it. Every digital photo every certificate I owned has him instead of me. Even my own co-workers seemed to think he was me my friends my family as well. I didn'€™t even sit trial. I went to the judge, was refused bail *wails* and now I'€™m sentenced to death no trial no actual imprisonment... I die tomorrow my family but a week before me, *hysterical* I might as well.
*A minute of crying follow*
I have nothing more to live more. *Calms down*but with every breath left in my body I will curse that name, his real name*yelling* ARTEMIS SWORN!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Aboard Mr Denis'€™s ship in orbit around Erie*

**Personal log of Artemis Sworn**

Evaluation of the operation shows a 100% success in achieving the primary goal of obtaining a ship. The hacks on my old employer'€™s databases were successful, obviously, and the star charts and information required are in my possession. The performance of the perception altering Chemical I have dubbed mystique, was quite poor. It requires almost constant application and is useless for any of the more delicate of my plans another area must be explored. The hack of Mr. Denis'€™s computer allowed for the complete and total application of the illusion, changing his name and picture to mine. All in all I am dissatisfied with the operation as there was no challenge in grinding that mans essence beneath my heel. Perhaps my soon to be allies the lane hackers will be able to provide a challenge. Only time will tell.

*Log ends*

*Artemis then flies off into New York, listening to classical music.*