Diaries from the Multiverse: Cook

A diary entry selected at random from one of the citizens of the multiversal community originally from Earth-001

Febuary 26, 2989

 

Government tests, they're a laugh, as my assignment proves.. Sure, my test scores are low, but thats to be expected, as I was never given the normal set of opportunites that are usually available, and I stress, ususally. I was a normal guy in middle school, when whack, a twister chews my small town to pieces, sending me into foster care, as my parents happened to be trapped outdoors.  With all the many wonders that life has to offer, the most simple stuff ends up killing us still.  When it could be any number of horrific, mind numbing, incomprehensible events that the multiverse offers, it has to be a simple twisting of wind on the ground. 

I ran away from my foster home, and where did it lead me?  Down, down, and farther down still, I watched my entire life plummet to the bottom.  Then out of the blue, comes the government, saying, "You're 18 now, why not join us in bodly exploring the multiverse".  Well, that did it, I joined, and had the test in front of me, and when it was done, I was depressed, as I had a feeling I would be given a job at the last rung of society.  I was right. 

For some older, moronic soul, this would be a dream job, and for me, it's a living hell.  Sure, I get to try a few spices that they don't normally use on earth, like temperspice, which becomes hotter if you become agitated, and sweet if you are even tempered.  Then there is Gloall, which gives every food a rainbow of vibrant, brightly glowing flavor, even it pitch black.  Some of these ingredients I cannot trust, like the vitamin that senses your bodys needs and actually produces, that vitamin for you, with no overabundance.  Nasty stuff if you ask me.   Anywhoo, thats just more coal for the furnace of my hate for this job. 

Today after this, stupid, moronic career of mine, I believe I'll head to the "other minds" exibit at the Museum of Memories.  The chance to be a captain on board an actual jump ship is something I cannot pass up on.  Even though I'm part of the fleet, I'm still stuck in this hellhole, unable to see whats really going on out there.  I'm really tired, really bored, and tired of the dull work, and dull people, all pretending to be happy with what good'ol Nokia provides us with..

Author's Note

Ignore grammer, this is done as a diary from people writing about themselves, with no care who, if anyone ever reads this.