It
is only natural that they should have forgotten me by now. I mean come
on, it has been nearly ten years earth solar time that I’ve been
out-bound, and seven years, five months and twelve e-solar days since I
landed in this hell-hole. The time passage alone is enough to forget,
and on top of that, why would you want to remember the
daughter/sister/aunt that besmirched the fine old family name by landing
herself on the United Systems most notorious prison planet? That the
charges are treason and murder must make it all that more excruciating. One wonders how they can possibly carry on. And yet by all reports they do, and well if the latest gossip of the Sur-ply Ships carries any shred of truth.
Now, all
that being said, the name is the thing and I still have one, Sinjin is
still me and I am still she. Not that I much resemble myself these days
with hair bleached white as bone and skin burnt the deep red-brown of a
Nicoben nut. Gone is the fresh-faced, by the numbers, star recruit,
plucked from the ranks and onto the Republican Star Guard by virtue of a fine
family name and a pretty face - though I like to think being top of my
class in hand to hand combat and adaptive intelligence had something to
do with it. But that’s probably just pride speaking. Ever my downfall.
Hey, I still have all my teeth and most of my fingers, which is more than
most of my fellow prisoners can say. And believe you me, the end of my
right pinkie finger chewed off by the Red Beast in a quad fight three
months into my 15 to 20 stint was a very small price to pay for the rep
that came from pounding his well-larded ass into the salt pan of the
yard.
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