Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 17:07:14 GMT -5
My dearest Father and beautiful Mother,
I do apologize for not writing sooner. Adjusting to life on the surface is far more complicated than I had ever thought. While I find myself still excited and curious about all of the new sights, sounds, and smells, I also find I am more homesick then every imaginable. They have a danger room here, and I find I have to avoid it, for fear of never leaving a rendered simulation of home. I fear I am loosing myself to my heart ache at not being at your sides.
Thus far, I have started in making many friends here. There is a boy, his name is Jon, whom feeds off of electrical energy, and I am quiet fond of him. Though I must admit, I make him terribly nervous. But I have found I am not the only one who does this. It seems, due to his mutation, he was forced into isolation our of necessity, until such a time as they knew that he would not be a threat to the rest of humanity.
I have also met friends of the daughter of Arthur, and find it strange that she made the choices she did in comrades.
I have met others whom are colored.
I have fought in simulations.
I am learning, and yet I find I cannot be happy about it. Always longing to be home. Always wishing to be with my people. It is a torture that I find almost unbearable. I do believe I have found someone to confide this in though, and hope that I am not placing my trust in the wrong person. He is my practice team lead, and I find him similar to you father, in many ways. He is the small solace I have here in this place, a living piece of home.
This is all I am able to write as of now, as I find myself in a great deal of tears writing you. It is most likely evident from the tears that stain the page.
Tell all that I love and miss them. That the moment I have learned to control this, I will be home. Their princess will be home. With many stories to educate them on the culture of the surface world.
I love you both.
Your Daughter,
Navaya Prentiss
I do apologize for not writing sooner. Adjusting to life on the surface is far more complicated than I had ever thought. While I find myself still excited and curious about all of the new sights, sounds, and smells, I also find I am more homesick then every imaginable. They have a danger room here, and I find I have to avoid it, for fear of never leaving a rendered simulation of home. I fear I am loosing myself to my heart ache at not being at your sides.
Thus far, I have started in making many friends here. There is a boy, his name is Jon, whom feeds off of electrical energy, and I am quiet fond of him. Though I must admit, I make him terribly nervous. But I have found I am not the only one who does this. It seems, due to his mutation, he was forced into isolation our of necessity, until such a time as they knew that he would not be a threat to the rest of humanity.
I have also met friends of the daughter of Arthur, and find it strange that she made the choices she did in comrades.
I have met others whom are colored.
I have fought in simulations.
I am learning, and yet I find I cannot be happy about it. Always longing to be home. Always wishing to be with my people. It is a torture that I find almost unbearable. I do believe I have found someone to confide this in though, and hope that I am not placing my trust in the wrong person. He is my practice team lead, and I find him similar to you father, in many ways. He is the small solace I have here in this place, a living piece of home.
This is all I am able to write as of now, as I find myself in a great deal of tears writing you. It is most likely evident from the tears that stain the page.
Tell all that I love and miss them. That the moment I have learned to control this, I will be home. Their princess will be home. With many stories to educate them on the culture of the surface world.
I love you both.
Your Daughter,
Navaya Prentiss