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Monday, March 24th, 2003
8:12 pm
In a world defined by sides, positions, opinions, and viewpoints, Rhianna was alone.

It wasn't enough that she was just a clueless schoolkid suffering the endless onslaught of teenage angst, it wasn't only that she had just moved to this not-so-small town. It was that she had nothing to say. In a sphere dominated by personal voice, she was voiceless. Silent, brooding, friendless, merely a pale shadow flitting past the corner of your eye.

And so she existed. She did not live, not like the golden woman who fought for the rights of the natural world. Not like the man who lived for technology. She simply breathed, taking in more and more of the air she never believed she had the right to partake of. Wandering listlessly through the darkness that she could never escape, sinking farther and farther into an impermeable fog of emptiness.

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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
5:18 pm
Richmond was a brooding man, the type that never seems quite happy or comfortable in his given surroundings. For all his intimidation was was a slight man no taller than six feet. His shoulders were high and squared much like his angular set jaw. His eyes were lazy blue and large with a slight downward slant. Always enigmatic in his expressions he watched more than he acted and rarely spoke. He had but one weakness, which was Cassandra. He had loved her for as long as he could remember, lying in bed at night she was his only salvation from restlessness. He dreams of holding her in his arms and smelling her golden tinted hair, even listen to her strong and optimistic opinions. Unfortunately he had other things on his mind than this beautiful woman, this woman that could never be anything but his enemy.

In this rising age of technology versus nature people's roles in life were sometimes forced into complex stituations. His, although by choice, was no different. In past years villages have been erected for the sole purpose of communing with nature rather than the worn down cities lacking in natural resources. Giant steps have been taken to ensure the steady growth of nature. Many people now oppose the advent of over comming their planet. Richmond couldn't understand this, they could rise against this restriction, this nature. Couldn't people see that they could live beyond all natural resources, that they had no need of this planet with the technology the posses. They could conquer and rule the universe. This society could foresake their humanly needs and become elightened. Mindful beings only and one day even incorporeal. Imagine being free from this body! With all it's limitations he could never amount to the goals he'd wish to set for himself. One day, with his help, the world will see this is the only way to proceed. Cassandra will see, she must see or be destroyed with everyone else all too rooted in the soil.
Saturday, March 8th, 2003
12:04 pm
The new people of this near-peaceful nowhereville had another common bond, a unity of love.

Her name was Cassandra.

Her friends and admirers never called her Cassie because as people tend to become their names, Cassie was never becoming of her. Cassie was a child, cute but short of true beauty and grace. Cassandra was a woman with unnatural beauty, a warm glow about her and a name like the gold-flecked auburn hair that cascaded in waves down her soft shoulders and bosom.

Even those who preferred the waif look could not deny her presence so comforting it startled, one so pleasing to the eye and mind as to make one unsure of why it was so.

Cassandra was an activist, and not just one who belonged to the many, grass-rooted, varied but ultimately angry people who take up a cause to vent their general frustration with life. She loved people. She loved the world they inhabited. She desperately wanted the two to get along so their relationship would never end so long as she was part of it. And she intended to be around for a while.

What with the advent of the mutation-free RNA diet and supplements, the discovery of the biological fountain of youth, Cassandra expected to be done with life no earlier than her second full century. This was a personal choice, a choice she had made in private and continued to keep private from others.

As much as she loved all things in their natural state, one might think she would feel torn about the ethics of choosing when one lives, when one dies. But, as many humans do, she considered herself an exception. As one of the proportionately few who loved life and felt her own, specific purpose in it, she found justification in her way of tweaking nature’s intended course for her. And she saw everything as a choice. This pragmatism, adaptive ethics, was a choice she had made to serve a greater cause.

No one was as driven, as composed nor as compelling to love as Cassandra. So they chose her to head this community of others as it were, not acting in power but as a coordinator, a brace for their collectivism. And the people expected their unity to strain as their fellowship grew.

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