Goonhub
09-09-2018, 01:58 PM
I find a Polaroid taped to the frame of my monitor, of the UI of a game welcoming me to space station 13. Written on the tab in black fine tipped maker is a time and date, checked against my taskbar as very recent, less than an hour ago. I peel the photo from the monitor and flip it around, my instincts were right, something is written on the back, the handwriting familiar.
"This is Goonstation," is scrawled in an obvious rush, "you are a mentor here. You are a beloved member of this community, and they are beloved by you. Don't throw that away."
That doesn't sound like me. If it were true, why don't I remember it?
I photograph this Polaroid then burn the original in my deskside trashcan. The plastic crackles and melts, soon disappearing into the ashes upon which it came to rest. Apparently this isn't the first time I've done this.
I label the photo with the time and date, flip it over, and write in to uncertain terms, "Goonstation cannot be trusted." I tape it to my monitor and exit back to the server selection.
I log into Citadel. That's what I was doing.
"This is Goonstation," is scrawled in an obvious rush, "you are a mentor here. You are a beloved member of this community, and they are beloved by you. Don't throw that away."
That doesn't sound like me. If it were true, why don't I remember it?
I photograph this Polaroid then burn the original in my deskside trashcan. The plastic crackles and melts, soon disappearing into the ashes upon which it came to rest. Apparently this isn't the first time I've done this.
I label the photo with the time and date, flip it over, and write in to uncertain terms, "Goonstation cannot be trusted." I tape it to my monitor and exit back to the server selection.
I log into Citadel. That's what I was doing.