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Dear diary, it’s me Radia. I’m starting a new diary so it’s best I start with the rules of how dad wants me to live my life.
1. Don’t touch technology with bare hands. Especially, if it’s connected to the Internet.
2. Don’t go out without permission or someone with you.
3. Don’t talk to strangers at all nonverbal cues are OK.
4. Don’t interact with people from Dillinger electronics.
5. Hide my markings at all times.
I know they’re hard to follow sometimes, but I guess being in a rural area makes them somewhat easier. As most people don’t really do the whole technology thing. The only time I even get to touch technology if it’s not connected to the Internet, so retro shit. At least I get to play arcade games like space paranoids. Mom tells me stories of the lady I was named after she was apparently a great leader from where she was from but they never give me great detail details like they’re hiding something. I’m 15 I deserve to know some information. Like the glowing markings I have on my body, and my weird connection to technology. I still even have a bedtime because they don’t want me sneaking out. Things have been especially stressful since what happened on the news happened with that recognizer attacking center city they were pretty panicked about that but had faith in this Eve Kim. Dad talked about her on occasion, but he doesn’t like giving out details like both of them do. So fucking annoying. Writing things down, beats venting to the goats as a diary doesn’t try to eat your clothes at the same. Sometimes I hear strange noises from the basement like a laser turning on, but I must just be going crazy from isolation and stuff. I just need answers and it’s driving me mad! I at least have one friend Rebecca she’s from the next homestead over a little ways away but reasonable for the countryside. She makes me not go crazy and pull my hair out. She has some errands that she has to do for her parents in town and my dad says I can come with her so I hope nothing goes wrong…