April 30, 2054
Does this have to be this way? Momma always said it wouldn’t but how do I trust someone whose gone gotten them killed off? And by a cryo-pyro band? I don’t even know if I should feel bad or not. As I write this entry, I’m currently hiding from a band of Patriots who just discovered me, and they discovered I am an Other. Papa always said it was perfectly okay to be one, and that my type of Other is special. I can control people. Not by their will, of course. I can read their minds. Sometimes it is fun. Sometimes it isn’t fun in the slightest. That’s how I figured out Momma didn’t actually car