Bored to the skull

The last two days have been boring. The Captain's food is barely any better than ours. All we have to read are SUNSET MAGAZINES THAT I'VE ALREADY READ!!! Oh, and all of those bobble heads are the super cheap-o kind. Like I said, I'm bored to the skull and will be SO DARN HAPPY TO LAND!!!

That is IF we land. I don't know if Trub can actually DRIVE this hunk of metal. Plus, the auto-pilot is kind of broken.

Julianna is pretty nice and she's a policewoman/detective. Sam is, well... He's very literal, but in a funny way. I don't have much more to write because I'm so bored it's hard to think!

Sam's turn

note This part is the story of Sam's life.

I was built in lab K3, it was a robot testing and programming place. At first I was a lifless robot, with no fellings or emotions. Then someone started to teach me feelings and emotions, a little at first and then more, and more. But I didn't like the OTHER things they were teaching me so I started using those feelings and emotions for the feelings I wanted. Eventualy the thing they tought me got SO bad I thought of running away.

That's how you guys found me here, Hiding in the box farthest away from the door. I was heading to Volton because their labs are rare around here and there might not be any ON Volton.

Oh, and DON'T ASK ME WHAT THE OTHER THINGS WERE! Okay!?

All aboard!

Man! This ship is trashy! I was right about the breakfast meal--it's a good thing I ate well beforehand, although the prospects for dinner don't look too good, let alone food for the next few weeks. God save us all.

Disregarding the foul muck they call food, the captain and the shiphands all seem quite nice. There are two other passengers, a 20-something human woman named Julianna and an old Earlobian man named Trub. They seem interested in my situation, especially Julianna, but I tell a good story. I like them both. Julianna seems gruff, but I have a feeling she's actually quite a caring person. Trub is pretty cool. I really like his sarcastic sense of humor. Neither one of them gave me a real satisfactory reason for their trip.

I've decided that I'm going to keep an audio journal. I'll post it here for archival purposes.

Flight booked

I've booked a flight to Volton. I have to fly under the radar as I'm only eleven years old, so I got myself onto a cheap-o iSemi that has retrofitted a cargo container into a passenger area. If anyone asks why an eleven-year-old is all alone, I tell them I'm visiting my uncle. If that doesn't stay their curiosity... judo-chop!

I'm not really looking forward to the trip--two weeks of a cramped, stuffy box is not my idea of a good time. Never mind the mixed company. I'll have to make sure to bring along enough reading material.

What could my parents have been involved in? Sure, I saw very little of them and I realize that the medical and pharmaceutical fields are pretty wild--I've seen pictures--but my parents have always been clean. ALWAYS!

I had better go pack lest not get enough sleep. I say goodbye to Earth at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning and I need a good breakfast before I leave--the stale bagels and squashy fruit I'm bound to be served on this flying dump just won't cut it. I get HUUUUNGRY!

Oh, and it's my Dad's birthday today. Happy birthday, Dad.

I'm alone and it sucks

I've been an orphan now for four months and I don't like it. Whoever did this to my parents--I'm going to punch them REALLY HARD! SEVERAL TIMES!

Killed in cold blood... :'(

But why? I need to find out and then I need to get my revenge.

My first lead is with this man (well, I'm just assuming it's a man--it's always hard to tell with Voltonian names) named Krublias Nemarrna Gree. I found the imprint of this name on my father's office notepad. It was the only clue I found while rummaging through my parent's home office. I can only assume that Krubawhatever has ties to Tibba, my parent's medical research firm. I'll have to track this guy down.