Sh*% went mental once I realised who were my parents and what a great place I'm originating from. More precisely - Planet Leeds, also knowns as a "dusty ocean of sh&*".
Factories, megacities, worker settlements, dirt and piles of wastes. Great place in short. We called this place home for once, and we didn't though we're very lucky to be born here, quiet the opposit. There is always a backside of a central cities and streets, which are clean, full of light. Full of life. Full of people. You need to make a step into the shadows to see the truth.
Home sweet home.
Oh well, it was about my mother. Silvia Berry. She was a regular woman with head full of s*@%. She's life wasn't great for she was working on a nearest factory for a small share of credits only enough to pay for a roof above the head.
And something else, a little nuance. She was helping Gaians. Or at least trying to by propaganding their ideas. She belived in it herself. Myself, I don't like the Gaians much, unlike my sister, but she was a fanatic.
Long story short. My pa somehow met my ma, love and sh*@.
797 year A.S.. Hello world. I was born.
Nothing to celebrate, sometimes, back then, I though why I was born at all. The world was cruel and cold to us.
Father "died", or better to say he's "known to be dead". "Perhaps" he's dead. Some of those lads he was hanging with came to our home once to say he was killed. They saw him being shot down by police. Ah yes, he was still a criminal since his escape, there are things that just won't change.
I belive you already feel that huge doubt I'v got about this. He always was a slippy man, faking deathes here and there. I think he just had enough of this family life and went away leaving two daughters and a wife beind.
Cruel and cold.
Mother wasn't happy to know about this. Half a year didn't passed and she died out of drug overdose. We saw this coming, no one could do anything.
I was 12, my sister was 11. And we were left alone to the darkest corners of this industrial planet. Face to face.