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32 Vancouver, British Columbia, CA Cis Man

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  • Ages 24–37
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Last online
Jun 28
6′ 0″ (1.82m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Atheism, and somewhat serious about it
Cancer, and it’s fun to think about
Graduated from university
Doesn’t have kids
English (Fluently)
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"There are many things you need to know. The most important thing to remember, you are responsible for your own survival."

My eyelids slowly flutter open. I see a pale blue glow, it passes through a thin layer of glass above me. Bands that I hadn't noticed, click as they release my wrists and ankles. As I stretch my fingers I hear a faint hissing noise.

With a loud "Pop" the glass imprisoning me haltingly lifts away.


A single question burns in my mind, "Who am I?"
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
"Preperation is the key to survival, those who do not prepare, fail."

A sharp mechanical voice rattles out an indecipherable series of what I assume are supposed to be words. Right at the end it clears up enough for me to hear, "last .no.... occupation, constr...tion manage..ent."

Is it talking about me? Was I in construction management before I went to sleep? What does that mean?

Sounds like I'd be pretty fulfilled by my work.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
"Sure, I've got my shit together. The stacks are a little messy, and they could tumble over at any second. But it's together."

I attempt to step forward, my legs betray me and I nearly fall to the floor. Or is it a deck? I've steadied myself immediately, balancing on half my foot. Interesting, I guess I'm not clumsy.

Looking around I realize my hand seems blurry. My vision doesn't seem to be very clear. There is a compartment next to my .... bed? It looks more like a pod. I'm starting to feel like I'm in a science fiction movie. Hopefully it has lots of camera flares.

In the compartment next to my pod I find. My glasses. And a cell phone. I try to turn it on, no luck. Huh, I guess the battery is dead. And I don't see a charger. I feel like I'm not the kind of person who would forget my charger.

Oh hey, I almost missed that. A key. It has "22" carved into the side.

Well, now that I have my glasses on, this place looks even more dreary. As much as I like blue skies, whose idea was blue emegency lighting? Empty corridor, no other "pods". No one to greet me.

As I look around I see a locker to my left. I move unsteadily towards it, my legs still weak from my long nap. There is a locker with the number 22. I look at the key, back at my pod and at the locker. Seriously? Why'd I even have it locked? Well, let's see what's inside.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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"Quality entertainment is a thing of the past. Or was it the future? I can never quite remember."

Hmm, it appears that I really wanted to pack this locker. It's crammed.

The first thing I notice is a kindle. I pull it out then check the charge. Looks like it's good to go.

Powering up the kindle I look through the directory, quietly reading the titles to myself, "Song of Ice and Fire, The Wheel of time, Animorphs, Star Wars Thrawn trilogy, Tigana, Trilisk, Essays on feminism..... " I guess I have reading material for a while.

Once I set the kindle down I see a charger, which should work for my cell phone and kindle. Inspecting the corridor I notice what appears to be an outlet for my charger, next to the lockers.

After I start charging my phone, I continue investigating the locker. I pull out a flash drive. As I reflexively move to put it in my pocket, I realize, I don't have any pockets. I appear to be wearing a jumpsuit. A comfy jumpsuit, kind of like a Stitch Onesie. I tuck the flash drive into the sleeve of my jump suit.

As I look back to the locker I notice a tube. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Sounds delicious. If it wasn't in a tube. I decide to try some, I've never been afraid to try new food before. Hmm, not bad for food from a tube.

After searching through the locker for a while, I've organized the contents into several piles.

I have several food tubes. There are a lot of interesting variants. There's butter chicken, rotisserie boar, the mashed potatoes and gravy tube and teriyaki chicken tubes. Thankfully there's no sushi tubes. Ugh, I don't even want to think about fish in a tube.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
"Pay attention kid. It might not seem like much, but that picture will remind you of where you come from. When you're out there, alone in the black, knowing you're not alone is going to feel mighty important."

I loop the bandoleer I found in the locker around my jump suit. I strap on my cell phone and stash the charger. The key I tuck into the bottom of my leg. A picture I found, of me with my friends, goes under the jumpsuit, near my heart.

Adjusting my glasses, I grab a tube of butter chicken for the road then set off to see what else I can find.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
"There comes a time when we reach into the void which lies within our soul. We retrieve from the void a fragment. A fragment of what could have been and what will never be. That fragment can either be the weight which drowns us, or we can take that fragment, forge it into a tool. No matter the tool we will be better equipped to deal with the world. All because we reached into the void."

As I walk along the corridor, I reach a dead end. There's a small window on the end of the corridor. As I peek curiously out the window I realize....

I really need some mouth wash. 100 year bed breath, yikes.

As I gaze out the window I confirm what I suspected, I'm in space. On some kind of station or ship. I can't really tell from here.

Turning around I walk back up the corridor the other direction. Passing my pod, I realize the light seems to be getting dimmer. Turning on my cell phone, I use the screen for illumination as I delve deeper into the structure.

I find a dispensary for the food tubes in the next corridor. Continuing on I notice a ladder leading to a hatch above me. I climb the ladder, heave the hatch open, and poke my head into... a bridge?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Ow, the light is nearly blinding here.

There are what appear to be controls spread around a comfortable looking chair. I settle into the chair examining the controls. Some are labeled, but most of the functions elude me.

God, I wish this place had a kitchen.

I find a lever that appears to control the blast shield. I pull it. The blast shield pulls away so slow as to be painful. After a minute I think I can see stars above and a deck below. I wait for the blast door to reveal the ship I've awoken on. It looks solid, elegant and a little beat up around the edges. I'm already in love.

I turn my attention back to the console. Now that I know it's a ship I immediately realize that the chair is set to face a piloting position.

Placement seems weird but I've played enough video games in my life to know how to fly by the seat of my pants.

"Equality is a lie, but the struggle for equality, for me, it's the meaning of life."

The console blinks,

There's someone else out there. I look at the readout, a couple of interesting bios are available. Key traits: independence, intelligence, confidence and sarcasm.

Suddenly a view screen flickers to life. Coming into focus is the captain of another ship, which is itself on the cusp of visual range. The captain speaks, her first words are ..........
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Okay, so you made it this far. Obviously you've figured out that I like sci-fi.

Really, I'm just trying to make writing my profile more interesting than, list A, List B & List C

I'm pretty sure that this profile doesn't reflect me nearly as well as I'd like, but then again do any of our profiles?