09.11.20

I have remembered how to speak, write and understand what others around me are saying.

I recalled my old memories and looked through my possessions that they locked away until now. I recall my skills as a laboratory technician thanks to the recall of my life's purpose. I sounded as if I had given up.

My fear of what the higher powers will do to me was answered after my year. They take a percentage of skilled people and test how to preserve a lifespan in case of nuclear fall out or mutations of a pandemic goes south. They use the first year to observe habits and health conditions.

They then go through the next year of survival basics training. We are forced into Frontline work as soldiers, so we cope with mortality of what could have to be done in future. They use as much of this training time to help support any mental, philological or habits.

We are worked as scientist on field of battle as a final mental test. We are then processed into the first stages of preservation. Water tanked with being experimented with successfully edited strains of four different diseases. This stage manifests mutant quality.

Successful alterations of internal organs and adapting to nuclear climate. We are either stored away in ice or brought back out for our skills.

The facilities have been showing sign of lack of funding or interest into study. The staff here are a skeleton crew for the preserving tanks.

I was called out from my requirements mental and overall health since first freeze. They also wanted to see my blood for how or what the four strains of disease has done within me. I showed hardly no changes that were not in their calculation. I am healthy and that my returned personalised shows no brain damage. As that what they said was normal from recovery of being stored away.

They did appreciate my photography work and my quick adapting to new technology. I improved things then were informed of being sent to frozen in three days. I didn't ask when I would wake up... which I guess that what they assumed I would ask.

Yet I am competent with being in a near death state. My dreams have been welcoming. A comfort to rely on when tanked in ice.

At honesty, its the closet I can be to those I lost. Given that no one around here will allow me to die. I recon that it was pointless to try either. My skills were for worse case of possibility.

Helping find any sort of cure or improve the lives of others was my dream as a child. I have learned to not throw away that ambition. It would make my ex-wife and the children proud of me. Equipped with the skills to save, I now must wait for when they are needed.

They always smile when they know I do good. The ghosty memories of those I love carry in my heart with me. They have not forgotten me as I will for them.