I am starting to make friends, I think; they certainly nag enough.

At least they didn't fight too hard about this dope garage I bought.

Loft space for living, a mountain for the back wall I can convert that hidey space into storage and a runway. 

Grey and inhabited are also descriptive words that can be used.

But nowhere else serves the safety or tactical advantage.

I didn't handle cute family houses pre broker, gone and fucked nasty just gives me an excuse not to care about that particular detail. 

Just a whole list of reasons why I can't bear slipping out of alertness.

Just hurts and hurts everywhere all at once in my dreams.

Life is at least easy about keeping busy doing this whole engineering thing. 

Planet has a limited scope of potential for electricity and combat; so that means I’m a highly valuable safety mechanic.

Helps with meeting people and I can’t build any weapons in the position I’m in so that is also good.

The only thing keeping me going is building the satellites at night. I think I would just end up spending those hours clicking, click, click of a barrel over and over again against my raging brains.

I think all the most of me just keeps on hoping it’ll finally be done.

But, evidently I am not going to change so might as well assimilate.

The kinetic powered shield mostly just eats meteors and astroids. Uses the force and bulk material to stop blasts, aggressive sounds, and frack certain scale ammunition per exposure.

Holds a stronger compounded hexagon with only a few. Weaves and densifies without compromising the earth's water system or frequencies.

Basically a pretty blue hologram that says yo weapons aint shit.

Means I won't be on call and the system isn't the responsibility of any of the inhabitants or countries.

Just good old fashioned standing structure with effort cutting not cost counting.

Also letting any of certain reserves hit these societies would have… economic problems; concerning value and this functional distribution of resources already being worked out.

Putting all this cash into security means the functional keep on keeping on. No stakes.

No stakes for me, just todo lists to attach reality; maybe find a drop of Sanity somewhere.

Nothing is going to change the facts, I didn’t go down with the ship. I am Alive, I don’t like Pain.