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This is chapter two, before you read I would like to make some correction to Ch. 1
a. The number of year that have passed since 2077 is 50 not 30
b. while preparing to go the main character gets (along with everything I wrote) Some freeze dried food, and a change of clothing.
Those are the only changes, sorry 'bout that
Now for Chapter 2
Chapter Two: The Awakening
I cried, for three days I wept, each individual tear burning itself into my soul, slowly destroying it. Then on the third day I found myself staring at my Pip Boy (I had previously loaded all the data tapes I had "acquired" from the library on my Pip Boy even though I still had no idea what the information was about, I hoped it was something useful) on its screen was a title and an author, Self –Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson it read. I stared at the screen for a long while not knowing how this had come up. Slowly my curiosity began to rise and I felt an urge to read the document, I held out for about 2 minutes before I gave into my curiosity and began to read.
One part in this book stuck a chord with me, it was the part that started with "Trust Thyself" as I read this line and the subsequent ones after that a strange feeling began to rise in me, it was slightly familiar for I had felt it before, when I first hatched the plan to leave the Vault. It was the feeling of my Individualism, that I was right to do what I had, that society could not dictate my actions. As this feeling got stronger my soul began to reform, to heal itself, as I fully realized what I am and who I was, I was and Individual, I am an Individual and I will always be an Individual, as I realized this my soul healed and was reborn totally clean, ready to face the world and gain what it could. I realized that I had gotten a second chance, instead of succumbing to the final ebbs of Society on my mind and becoming a individualess husk, I had survived and had become a true individual no longer under the beck and call of society but under my own rule. My soul was clean, not morally clean, but clean from the stains of society. I also knew that I was not about to waste this second chance but I was going to use it too the full extent. So I decided to start a Journal, for I reasoned that the only way I was going to gain anything from life is if I observed it and that meant all aspects of it, me, other life forms, and the world. I had to write my observations down if I were to remember all of it. So this Journal is different in the sense that it is a record of observations and thoughts based on these observations, and not a recording of events. This also meant that I had to separate my rational mind from my emotional mind and observe my emotional mind while using it at the same time, I had to observe but I had to be in my world too if I were to gain anything.
I then sat down exited Self- Reliance and activated the Journal section of the Pip Boy, just to amuse my self I decided to fill out the personal information part, Name: Constantine, DOB: February 9th, 2109 (after entering that I glanced at today’s date) and November 3rd, 2127; Sex: Male; Eye color: Blue; Hair Color: Brown; Street Address: N/A, City: N/A, State: N/A, Zip Code: N/A, Country: N/A, Phone Number: N/A, Occupation: Human, and Observer; Work Address: N/A, Work Phone Number: N/A, Social Security Number: N/A, Affiliations: Myself. And that was it, I shook my head, "so many things lost, I thought to myself, but we now have much less to worry about, status, money, jobs, all unimportant now, we are probably better off without them too. They were just walls that that humans put up in order alienate themselves from each other, because we are sacred of each other, scared of our differences, and by 2077 we were so set in our that we probably would have never gotten out of the rut we put ourselves in. By that time we were so xenophobic that when one person fought everybody else joined in, and why were we xenophobic, because we built walls around us, walls of nationality, walls of religion, walls of race. And as these walls evolved and grew so did our xenophobia, and the "fruits" of these walls was near total destruction for Humanity. It was humans that destroyed the human race, not A-bombs, Russians, Americans, H-bombs, Communists, but a xenophobic humanity." This was my first thought after finishing the personal information form, and I made it my first journal entry. I turned off my Pip Boy and then set up a very Spartan sleeping area, my pack served as a pillow (which was bad because I did not have many hard objects) and I had no sheets. And I slept.
I woke up about 12 hours later, when I looked at the time and did the math I was amazed because that was 4 hours more than I had ever slept before, "I must have been dead tired," was the first thought that came to me, with that I blinked a couple time in order to regain my clear sight, and stretched, stretching felt good after staying in one position for nearly three days. Then I ate a VERY light breakfast (freeze dried eggs, and some orange drink powder), picked up my Olive Drab Back pack, turned on my flashlight, took one last look and the giant silvery Vault door with its giant 34 protruding a few inches out of it, turned around, shined my flashlight into the grimy, soot blackened, distance, and seeing only one pathway to take, forward, started walking. My journey had truly begun.
End Chapter Two
Skynet
Well there is Chapter two, like chapter one if you have any comments or criticism please post it it will help me a ton, oh and about the charcater development, and this point I have opted not to let too much about Constantine's past out at this point but rather concentrate more on his development in the present the shaping of his renewed soul instead of the memories of his past soul, I probably will include more about his past as the story progress, expect Chapter 3 soon.
a. The number of year that have passed since 2077 is 50 not 30
b. while preparing to go the main character gets (along with everything I wrote) Some freeze dried food, and a change of clothing.
Those are the only changes, sorry 'bout that
Now for Chapter 2
Chapter Two: The Awakening
I cried, for three days I wept, each individual tear burning itself into my soul, slowly destroying it. Then on the third day I found myself staring at my Pip Boy (I had previously loaded all the data tapes I had "acquired" from the library on my Pip Boy even though I still had no idea what the information was about, I hoped it was something useful) on its screen was a title and an author, Self –Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson it read. I stared at the screen for a long while not knowing how this had come up. Slowly my curiosity began to rise and I felt an urge to read the document, I held out for about 2 minutes before I gave into my curiosity and began to read.
One part in this book stuck a chord with me, it was the part that started with "Trust Thyself" as I read this line and the subsequent ones after that a strange feeling began to rise in me, it was slightly familiar for I had felt it before, when I first hatched the plan to leave the Vault. It was the feeling of my Individualism, that I was right to do what I had, that society could not dictate my actions. As this feeling got stronger my soul began to reform, to heal itself, as I fully realized what I am and who I was, I was and Individual, I am an Individual and I will always be an Individual, as I realized this my soul healed and was reborn totally clean, ready to face the world and gain what it could. I realized that I had gotten a second chance, instead of succumbing to the final ebbs of Society on my mind and becoming a individualess husk, I had survived and had become a true individual no longer under the beck and call of society but under my own rule. My soul was clean, not morally clean, but clean from the stains of society. I also knew that I was not about to waste this second chance but I was going to use it too the full extent. So I decided to start a Journal, for I reasoned that the only way I was going to gain anything from life is if I observed it and that meant all aspects of it, me, other life forms, and the world. I had to write my observations down if I were to remember all of it. So this Journal is different in the sense that it is a record of observations and thoughts based on these observations, and not a recording of events. This also meant that I had to separate my rational mind from my emotional mind and observe my emotional mind while using it at the same time, I had to observe but I had to be in my world too if I were to gain anything.
I then sat down exited Self- Reliance and activated the Journal section of the Pip Boy, just to amuse my self I decided to fill out the personal information part, Name: Constantine, DOB: February 9th, 2109 (after entering that I glanced at today’s date) and November 3rd, 2127; Sex: Male; Eye color: Blue; Hair Color: Brown; Street Address: N/A, City: N/A, State: N/A, Zip Code: N/A, Country: N/A, Phone Number: N/A, Occupation: Human, and Observer; Work Address: N/A, Work Phone Number: N/A, Social Security Number: N/A, Affiliations: Myself. And that was it, I shook my head, "so many things lost, I thought to myself, but we now have much less to worry about, status, money, jobs, all unimportant now, we are probably better off without them too. They were just walls that that humans put up in order alienate themselves from each other, because we are sacred of each other, scared of our differences, and by 2077 we were so set in our that we probably would have never gotten out of the rut we put ourselves in. By that time we were so xenophobic that when one person fought everybody else joined in, and why were we xenophobic, because we built walls around us, walls of nationality, walls of religion, walls of race. And as these walls evolved and grew so did our xenophobia, and the "fruits" of these walls was near total destruction for Humanity. It was humans that destroyed the human race, not A-bombs, Russians, Americans, H-bombs, Communists, but a xenophobic humanity." This was my first thought after finishing the personal information form, and I made it my first journal entry. I turned off my Pip Boy and then set up a very Spartan sleeping area, my pack served as a pillow (which was bad because I did not have many hard objects) and I had no sheets. And I slept.
I woke up about 12 hours later, when I looked at the time and did the math I was amazed because that was 4 hours more than I had ever slept before, "I must have been dead tired," was the first thought that came to me, with that I blinked a couple time in order to regain my clear sight, and stretched, stretching felt good after staying in one position for nearly three days. Then I ate a VERY light breakfast (freeze dried eggs, and some orange drink powder), picked up my Olive Drab Back pack, turned on my flashlight, took one last look and the giant silvery Vault door with its giant 34 protruding a few inches out of it, turned around, shined my flashlight into the grimy, soot blackened, distance, and seeing only one pathway to take, forward, started walking. My journey had truly begun.
End Chapter Two
Skynet
Well there is Chapter two, like chapter one if you have any comments or criticism please post it it will help me a ton, oh and about the charcater development, and this point I have opted not to let too much about Constantine's past out at this point but rather concentrate more on his development in the present the shaping of his renewed soul instead of the memories of his past soul, I probably will include more about his past as the story progress, expect Chapter 3 soon.
