MY ELITE - CMDR [REDACTED] JOURNAL-LOG ENTRY #10 (FINALE)
06 May 2022Greenthumbs
4th May 3308"The human race will probably come to an end sometime. Earth may not be forever but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one in the same thing". - An Old Soldier from the 21st Century.
The long road behind had lead me to Galileo station, where I found the wife of my previous life. There she was in all her beauty with a family of her own, a husband and a newborn baby it seems. I was not only pleased but gratuitous to see from a distance that she was safe and happy. I figured to leave this lost love in the past. There is no room for what may lay in the journey ahead for a widowed woman who believes her husband to have been dead for several years. My journey is not over. I take one more glance at her figure, her eyes and hair and a last look at the face of my dreams then make my way to the docking station. I also found out it was my birthday yesterday so this was a fitting gift to see her for one last time.
I was surprised to find that Dr. Kovac had left me a handwritten letter as a final farwell, he mentions personally having reinstated my original record and merged my old credentials with my own while purging my wanted status. I was a free man again at last. He also noted that the medication I was receiving was helping to suppress and stabilize my memories. After a while I will slowly remember everything from my earliest days as a clone including my time before death, but there are high chances that without the medication I will eventually develop dementia from the after effects of several memory temperaments, having me eventually forgetting everything.
The Federal Liberal Party offered me solice and freelance duties while certain others from the Empire threatened to dispatch a hit squad if I continued to free any more Imperial slaves or clones. I did however receieve a direct message from the charity group Unchain, offering sovereignty and refuge if I find myself in Aisling Duval occupied space. Among the other governments and independent factions it was as if I never even existed. I still had a few enemies holding a grudge while there were only a small dozen of people who knew who I really was and I planned to keep a tight lid on it. Of coarse these certain others are undoubtedly a threat to my well being, with only one or two exceptions, but I have crossed a few names off the list already. The rest will either go into hiding or will eventually reveal themselves depending on what happens next.
After all this time of being against Imperial slavery I have come to the realisation that life on Federal Dependency is no different then the other. Wether earning one's freedom through what is argued to be an indentured service while being treated as the lowest of Imperial Citizen being stripped of basic rights and entitlements. Or living under Federal Social Security in poverty and having being treated poorly in a class system on dependency benefits with only a small measured guarentee for improvement in quality of life.
One of humanities biggest problems is when ever we discover or invent something, the first question asked is 'who does it belong to?' or 'how can we benefit from it?'. My experiences tell me that wether it be the Federation, the Empire or even the Alliance, Human-Beings will always ask these questions. It is only a matter of time until what I had seen in Bernard's Loop becomes public knowledge. When it does, I along with humanity will be ready and finally united. I finally realise now while my memory regains itself in the corners of my mind that this was always my intention from the start, long before I was cloned even long before I abandoned my marriage. Leaving behind the chance of a normal life with the woman I love under the policies and laws and the petty disputes between rival governments for the singe notion of a greater future for our existence. Uniting mankind against a common enemy evolving from the things that would eventually lead to our demise as history has proven countess times over the course of human history.
A while back the big news came out that the Pilot's Federation are exclusively making Odyssey Permits available to pilots who are running on PC systems leaving a lot of pilots, including my self, to continue running on old systems that are now considered outdated. With everything that has happened, I feel it is only fitting to provoke my own licence and settle somewhere indefinitely and say goodbye to the Frontier.
The Catalyst proved to be a conduit to my theory and self believed righteous goal of uniting the galaxy. Now it is in the hands of corporations who seem to be putting what remains of the artifact to its appropriate use. It is just a matter of time. This is now my life in the Milk patiently waiting for my inevitable time to finish the mission. Or die alone in the black, sour and salty towards the galaxy and its creators.
Signing out;
Federation Liberal Navy, Lieutenant Commander
Arthur 'Redthumb' Garcia
Pilot's Federation
status: ELITE DANGEROUS