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G.E.M.
Legacy Name: G.E.M.

The Galactic Celinox
Owner: ellepepper

Age: 15 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 19th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 19th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 66
   
• Strength: 55
   
• Defense: 53
   
• Speed: 23
   
• Health: 29
   
• HP: 22/29
   
• Intelligence: 17
   
• Books Read: 17
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

I am not from this place, so my manner of dress may be odd... But I have seen the world in ways you could not even dream. For I know what computers think when no one knows they are on...

I know the dreams computers have when they sleep, I have seen, and ruled the world outside this world, a world where cold is good and hot is bad, where all information is binary, and all humans are...different.

We call ourselves cold grid. Or more properly, 'the open grid" there is no structure, just the grid, no future, not much past, just a trainwreck that survived the biggest accident that history says never happened.

And I find that There are very few who understand me. I am a relic of a war no one remembers, and this hand, this foot, they are proof that things are not as simple as they appear. Like Dae I fell from the stars, but my fall was not as accidental as his, I jumped, seeing the whole world I knew being destroyed, and one small window of chance closing fast, I dove for it, praying to whatever gods or daemons would hear someone, or something like me, that when I landed I would find peace. I fell for a long time, careening off of planets, and through galaxies, and when I arrived here, I bore the imprint of those stars upon my fur. And I hope, that if I am ever strong enough, and if I am ever brave enough, to use those stars and their courses to navigate back. Not to stay, but just to answer whether anything I know survives. And I hope, against all hope that my little one, the one I called Claire, I pray she survives this war.For now, I huddle with Dae against the sides of Eloquent, and watch the starmarks on our coats flash in time to her fire while we listened to the stories of a damned Gypsy and watch over the little Rreign who sleeps so peacefully nearby.

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