Entry 410
Charlotte called again. Charlotte is not her real name. It took a lot of walking, but eventually I found an archology Institution that knows that face and then was able to cross reference for the name and her data. Her actual name is Robin...I've stored her registration number and codes. Robin is set up as a member of Upper Level security Enforcement...she is actually a recruiter, though.
Robin used to scrape between paychecks. Since she started being my "friend" (I doubt the Agency has really hired anyone else to babysit any of the others like they have me), Robin now floats at least four figures between paychecks. Apparently, my friendship is a lucrative place to be.
This is just evidence to me that the Agency--I'm pretty sure whatever we're called is a blind, hello--may not know what actually happened to me, but has a real good guess. I'm pretty sure the others have been threatened to comply. I was more than happy to come on board and use the facillities for my research, and to try to do some good in the world. Those were the best lures you could use on me, and confirming the overly-friendly recruiter is being paid to worry about me supports that.
There are things I won't admit to myself; I know that. I also know there are parts of me I can't even access. I also know that a great deal of curiosity exists in the world about those parts of my brain. I'm fairly certain that at least one megacorp's profits for the next twenty years might hinge on what can be recovered. Although, if the Agency were working with the Corp, then I am pretty sure I wouldn't be walking around and free to stalk my recruiter.
But it does explain why I haven't been threatened. That would work for some people, and not so much for me. I have so little and, at the same time, so much to lose.
Anyway, Robin--well, I guess I should call her Charlotte--tried to reach me again. I screen my calls. So far I haven't answered her's. She wants to go out and do something "fun." Her voice goes up on the end of the word in what seems an unnatural way. I haven't mentioned my true fun, but I have dissapeared for a few days at a time pursuing the scroungers in the lower levels, which seems to make her really nervous.
Anyway. I'm going to have to return a call or she will show up at my place. She doesn't like my artifact collection nor my reading collection. She thinks its junk. We're probably both right. But its mine, and I like it. I don't like that she knows where I live, but that can't be avoided. I don't think her job is so much to watch me--that's way more Scratch's job at work, which he is happy to crow about to anyone who feels anything when he says it. It's more to make sure that I don't, you know, pull the fire alarm on the archology on a larger level. I'm certain the fact I spend so much time to myself has not gone unnoticed by the powers-that-be, and everyone is concerned what a mind like mine might do if not tempered with the influence of other now and again.
I think that's just evidence, more, really, of how little they know about me.
I think about people all the time. How what happened to me should never happen to anyone else. I like to make strangers smile. I like to make bad people stop hurting non bad people. It's a simplistic philosophy, but it works for me. I'm not as...developed...in certain ways as the rest of the team. So my philosophy isn't, either. But these people are so used to double blinds and fakes that when someone tries to be simple, they look for complex.
