My governmentcontroledcats entry
My entry for the second round. The prompt is Vibrate: Volcanoes have been banned and the government controls lace.
Dear Mom,
I'm better now, thanks for asking. My cabin mate didn't survive, though. He had his lungs replaced too, but apparently somebody didn't do their work properly, and it turns out the place that replacement parts came from had been used to one thing or the other before being refurnished, and there were copper micro shavings laying around. They checked me and the rest of our team (the ones of us who went through surgery, that is), and apparently all of the mecha from that one factory is tainted. It means nothing to us (except for a 3 percent increase in our retirement bonus, which is sweet), but Gio was allergic. That's bad luck.
We're still on North Panthalassa, which is to be expected given the size of the thing, but getting closer to Laurasia as days go by. We'll likely make many stops at the Hunchback Fire Rift, as recent tectonic magma activity has been recorded in the past two months, and you know how rebels are. And please don't worry, the General says the hydrophones have been fixed and we won't have to depend on sonar solely as last time. Also, remember that the work we do is important for the future. I might be your child, as you often repeat, but I'm also Hans Majestäts Soldat.
I fear I might not be in time to see your work before the Bureau picks it up. Maybe you can hire an artist to make a drawing of it? You know how proud it makes me, I'm always telling my crewmates about the Reticella my Mother does, and how you are the only one with the required permissions in Gondwana. I hope Dad's qualifications on Punto in Aria are going satisfactorily too. I was sorry to hear his exams were delayed once again.
I've been thinking about what you wrote me last time, about retirement. I mentioned it to the General last night and he said most soldats leave the Flotta after their first long tour, and that it is to be expected given the level of risk encountered. But he also mentioned the number of new recruits was at its lowest this year. I'm not sure as to what should I choose. As you know, it has never been an intention of mine to make this a career. My dream has always that to be a lace-maker as you and Dad, but as the Bureau has been adamant on the issue of new licenses, I was left with no choice.
I am not waiting for you to die to take your place, Mom. I'll rather try to become a War Hero and send my application again.
Ah, the sun is setting, I have to say goodbye. I send you all my love, please share it with Dad.
Your son,
Heinrich.
This entry is also posted at DW.
Dear Mom,
I'm better now, thanks for asking. My cabin mate didn't survive, though. He had his lungs replaced too, but apparently somebody didn't do their work properly, and it turns out the place that replacement parts came from had been used to one thing or the other before being refurnished, and there were copper micro shavings laying around. They checked me and the rest of our team (the ones of us who went through surgery, that is), and apparently all of the mecha from that one factory is tainted. It means nothing to us (except for a 3 percent increase in our retirement bonus, which is sweet), but Gio was allergic. That's bad luck.
We're still on North Panthalassa, which is to be expected given the size of the thing, but getting closer to Laurasia as days go by. We'll likely make many stops at the Hunchback Fire Rift, as recent tectonic magma activity has been recorded in the past two months, and you know how rebels are. And please don't worry, the General says the hydrophones have been fixed and we won't have to depend on sonar solely as last time. Also, remember that the work we do is important for the future. I might be your child, as you often repeat, but I'm also Hans Majestäts Soldat.
I fear I might not be in time to see your work before the Bureau picks it up. Maybe you can hire an artist to make a drawing of it? You know how proud it makes me, I'm always telling my crewmates about the Reticella my Mother does, and how you are the only one with the required permissions in Gondwana. I hope Dad's qualifications on Punto in Aria are going satisfactorily too. I was sorry to hear his exams were delayed once again.
I've been thinking about what you wrote me last time, about retirement. I mentioned it to the General last night and he said most soldats leave the Flotta after their first long tour, and that it is to be expected given the level of risk encountered. But he also mentioned the number of new recruits was at its lowest this year. I'm not sure as to what should I choose. As you know, it has never been an intention of mine to make this a career. My dream has always that to be a lace-maker as you and Dad, but as the Bureau has been adamant on the issue of new licenses, I was left with no choice.
I am not waiting for you to die to take your place, Mom. I'll rather try to become a War Hero and send my application again.
Ah, the sun is setting, I have to say goodbye. I send you all my love, please share it with Dad.
Your son,
Heinrich.
This entry is also posted at DW.