My name is Matthew Grim & I've lived here on Islay Station here in Edinburgh now for over 45 years. I was born back in 741, but it wasn't until I entered college that anything in my life began to contain anything worth mentioning.
Life on Cambridge back in the 60's was a very exciting time. I was young, idealistic, angry, (& to be truly honest) horny. Back then, campus protests were the best places to meet women, and pretty much occurred every other day or so. Out of all the causes both great & small, my favorite ones to attend were the ones held by the Green Front. (Simply because the chances of getting laid at one of those were much higher than any of the others.) I wish I could tell you that it was my uncompromising ideals that eventually brought me to the Gaian movement, but in the beginning, it was really just my sex drive.
Skipping ahead: Within a few years, I was not attending Green Front protests just for the sex. I eventually began organizing the protests & because of that, I started being approached by actual Edinburgh Gaians.
Once every few weeks or so, I would find myself with a black bag over my head and taken off planet to Islay Station in order to meet with a handful of faction members and Green Front representatives, well beyond the prying eyes of the BPA & BAF, to better help coordinate their message to the student body and general public, both on and around the University campus.
In spite of the caution the Gaians exercised to keep my direct contact with the faction clandestine, I became arrogant, sloppy and was proudly arrested time and again for my escalating belligerence at the campus protests & was eventually expelled from University and blacklisted by the Bretonian government as a non-violent Gaian collaborator. Once on the blacklist, I was evicted from my flat, barred from seeking legal employment and banned from securing off-world travel.
To make a long story short, after about two weeks of being homeless and taking occasional meals at a soup kitchen, I was grabbed out the the alley I was sleeping in, and once again, was spirited away to Islay with that black bag over my noggin...