Squeaky_Kittah

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. 

Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. 

Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. 

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Real Author (Kittah): 

This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. 

I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. 

And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose.

May the odds be in your favor.

Dairies of a lost soul; Beyond Boundaries.

I sort of used to the new calendar now. It makes sense if you assume that the 100, 000 is how many centuries had been since the invention of ai. All of the digital worlds has been overlapping and taking over. Screens and machines acting as army or police. 


It answers why plants have adapted. It was machines that figured out how to use plants as renewable energy source. They allow fungi decay be the static needed to be converted electricity. It would be machines playing with genetics of plants. I wonder what they think of me, a human whom became a science subject to protect the future. Well it was what we should have been. The previous wakes have been being soldiers... I don't want to keep doing that.


Humanity and machine have to work together if either want to out last the disease. Even machines can have plant infections that break themselves. 


I am awake for another immunity injection. I will back to ice again after the watch period. Some of my friends are having immunity rejections or hyperactive disease growths. We had for their sanity, put them out of suffering. Cremated them as they wished. The funereal was short and sweet, no machine or modern human seemed to understand our celebration of the dead. 


I guess they really did forget to remember and look back when history was ripped away. A shame because those soldiers died for us all. Petty or pointless the world wars would seem now to us; forgetting is a dishonour. 


A carpet of red poppy flowers for the [Redacted] whom passed away. Farmer fields a pitch of trenches and [Redacted] scattered among the barred wire fence. The nameless ones whom left nothing behind. Not even a wife and children. 


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