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Who knows how or why, but by the age of eight, I knew what the Telio had tried to do. I was shocked. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t the only one hiding my real identity. I asked every other person in the school, the kids at least, what their name was. Then I asked if they had another name. I even asked one teacher, the music teacher, who I trusted extensively. She looked at me like I was crazy then smiled and asked if I was caught up in fantasy books again. After that, I gave up. I never gave that conversation a second thought, and I was so wrong by doing so.

At thirteen, I went to live alone. I was fascinated with the tab, the one thing that seemed at all real. The Hulya seemed so perfect, too perfect. But there were three things wrong. First, windows. Not a single window was found anywhere in my suite. Second, mirrors. The Telio seemed to be determined to keep me from seeing my real self, Mahlia Dyst, not just Joy Unpol. That, however, would be soon solved. The third was things to do. I’d mastered all of the tab’s games by the second year, and life was exceedingly dull. I wondered for a long time how it worked, that tab. One day, driven mad by boredom, I decided to take it apart.  I was captivated. I tore it apart, discovering little circuits and chips for each game, lesson and contact it held. I tweaked the games, making them more challenging and even creating new ones. The thing I was most proud of, my prize achievement, was editing the communication system. Now I saw what people really looked like, not what the Telio wanted me to see. With the leftover appliances, I created a new appliance. I used it often, and I was suddenly glad of my colossal boredom that day. I created a mirror.

When I first saw myself, it was like a whole different person. I wasn’t surprised by the long ringlets of strawberry blonde hair or the light olive skin. What shocked me was my eyes. They were of the deepest green, eyes that shone like the shining surface of the temperature controller, the only piece of metal in the suite other than the tab. My eyes were big, bigger than how I saw my fake identity, Joy. Joy had the same hair and skin, everything that was visible to me without a mirror. But Joy’s eyes were brown and dull, thin and sad looking. Mahlia, however, had bright and cheerful eyes, shocking me so that I could barely tear my sight off the mirror. I stared in a daze through the clear plastic of my meal container, looking at my meal. Even the meals are controlled for Keir living in suites. I suddenly had a crazy idea.

I sat by the temperature controller, an old cast iron frying pan held in my hand. I peeked inside, and smiled. My plan was going along nicely. I was melting the plastic lids from my meals from the last week, turning them into a clear liquidey  substance. I glanced over at a hole that I had punched in the wall with the frying pan. Cold air rushed in from outside, which was making the temperature controller go haywire, producing enough heat to melt plastic. The hole in the wall was just the right size for my purpose. When the lids were a liquid, I took the pan into the leisure room, the furthest place away from the temperature controller. As it started to harden, I pulled on my heavy gloves and molded the clear plastic into the shape of the pan. My gloves must have been oily, because the plastic’s shiny clear surface started to blur. I frowned and kept poking, discouraged by this change. Finally the plastic was hard as a rock, and impossible to move. With some difficulty, I pried the plastic out of the pan, which I set down next to the tab.  I practically jumped with the heat of the plastic as I walked over to the hole in the wall. I pushed the plastic in, and sealed it with some wood glue. Not perfect, but it would have to do.

I stared out my makeshift window, out at the street, at the Radar.  I flinched as a small child wearing an orange striped blindfold stepped out of a hovercar. The child rushes inside, almost running to the door, only going slow enough not to bang into the walls. I see her auburn hair, tumbling in long waves down her back. She almost looks like a small version of me, the way she tumbles along the streets, laughing. A sudden image jolts into my head, a shooting star. My first memory. I black out.

IS ANYBODY READING THIS??????????

Nyan says hipp. Hippie Nyan!! 

In case anybody is wondering, i am not doing NaNo because...

1) I have no idea what it is

2) no idea how to do it

3) I heard something about deadline being the 30th, and it takes me FOREVER to write stories

4) I'm working on 6 other stories in addition to this one, NOT INCLUDING any writing in the CB... 

WHAT IS NANO?? 

National Novel Writing Month. There's a site where you can register a goal of how many words you want to write by the end of November.

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I feel so lonely, commenting here alone.

I wake up on the floor, sprawled beneath the light-flooding window. A pain throbs in my head, as if that shooting star just hit me full-force. The shooting star! I rush over to the tab, head still aching. I’m about to attempt something no human has dared to try ever before. I sit down, whole body trembling, and reached a shaking hand towards the small device hanging off the tab’s side. It was a wire cage, fitted to my head. I turned the tab on, scrolling to the very last page of applications. This page was black, with only one application on it; the brain analyzer. I placed the wire cage on my head,  and reached with a rattling hand, and my finger made contact with the round, pink button that was the brain analyzer. If I slid my finger off and then let go, I could stop and possibly save my life. Or I can… Carry through. My finger jolts off the screen, and the dot expands into a spinning 3d holograph of my brain. One side is colored a vibrant blue, the other blood red. Red for left, blue for right. I tap the right half, pulse racing. The left half goes dull, loosing it’s color and becoming a green gridded shell. I picture the shooting star, but the image is dull. Will it be enough? A shock sparks in my head, making me twitch. In less than a second, the same spark appears on the screen. I zip towards it, finger at the ready. I forget to keep the star in my head, and the spark disappears. With frustration, I push the star into my head again. The spark appears again and I touch it without hesitation. Another shock makes me feel dizzy, but I shake the feeling off and stare at the screen. A block of green text appears, directions.

Remove Head Connector now

Grateful for my survival, I pull the head piece off and let it hang to the ground. Only when I remove it do I realize that vibrations in my head have stopped. A thought makes me start hyperventilating. Cold sweat trickles down the back of my neck, and I shiver. Can the Telio see what I’m doing? I ignore the thought and the sweating stops. I turn my attention back to the tab, and what I see amazes me. It’s almost like seeing it for real, which I did, back right when I was born. I see again my first sight, a shooting star. Something strange catches my eye when I look closer, however. Not only is the star going very fast, but it’s not burning. I tap the star with two fingers and pull them apart, zooming in on the star. I clap a hand to my mouth, bound speechless. The image comes up sharp and precise, as if I’m really there next to the- not a star, a spaceship-.

I scan the pages of research information, looking for the right one. They’re organized by date, and I’m only half way through February. Who knew there were so many important dates in history? When I finally reach April, I sigh. It’ll take forever to get the the 21st, my birthday. It takes me 10.4425.346 minutes, in fact. Finally, I find it.

April 21, 4332: Shooting star sig…

I tap the link and a box widens to cover the screen. I scan the information, searching through the headings. A particular one catches my eye.

Shooting star makes crater near Afoit?

I stare in disbelief. Afoit? My birthplace! Hands trembling, I scroll down.

On April 21, 4332, a shooting star was sighted near Afoit, part of the Kubx region. The star was said to have been heading straight for the middle of the Afoit Plains, Afoit’s neighboring grassland. A team of scientists found no trace of any object, except for an empty crater in the center of the Plains. When the team interviewed sighters, all reports stated clearly that the object, while moving at around 296 mph, was not ignited. The team searched the crater, careful not to disturb the bottom of the crater itself. Indeed, no evidence of fire was found on the cr…

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I stare at the tab. Why didn’t they dig up the spaceship? Another crazy idea pops into my head.

I’m going to find it.

AAAAHHH!! TOPTOPTOP!!!! MORE TO COME!!!!

Admin, where did Evereine's comment go? I swear she posted one! 

Nyan says uuuu. no joke. 

I don't know. What did it say?

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