Jack of Harts

It comes to mind I been talking about me, myself, and I a whole lot.  I suppose that’s what these journals are for, so our stories aren’t forgotten.  The real ones.  My story would have been over a long time ago if I hadn’t met my partner though.  She’s a cyber.  She’s the air I breathe, the bulkheads around me, the best partner and closest friend I’ve ever had.  Just like they planned it.

You know, I have some spare time on my hands so I go to school. I’ve gotten ten degrees from Harvard, and two from Pelora since my thirty-fifth birthday. I’ve been slacking what with all the parties and pretty women. Interesting thing is, their science has no concept of a world without a Creator. Western science fights the mere idea of a Creator. It’s an interesting paradox.

There’s a funny thing about us. You cut us, we heal faster. It’s like our bodies have decided that this is how we should look for the rest our lives, and anything that works to change that situation has to be fought. Of course it takes a lot of fuel to run our systems. Trust me, all you can eat buffets really hate those of us who don’t age, and we still have the bodies of Greek gods.