Fern Entry One

Hey Raven,

Sorry I'm the worst and haven't updated in a while. You know the reasons. I'm going to start a story on here. My first sci-fi attempt. Be kind. And feel free to add suggestions and play in the world yourself.

Here goes...

7.12.5383

22:36

Muir St

Starship Chicago

Northern Alliance Fleet

Teros System

I'm still not sure what this is exactly. My dad says it's a computer. An external processing entertainment machine that dates back from the time of Earth. He says it's a miracle the old piece of junk still works. Not that it did when a customer from uptown dropped it off at the store today. She said she found it still packed away in her family's things in the basement of their house. She didn't know what it was. Neither did I when I first looked at it. But Dad sure did! He gave her more credits than she (and I) thought it was worth and she left, very confused. Maybe it'll sell at the store for more than I think, but sometimes I wonder because Dad has a habit of buying a lot of junk that never sells. But he did manage to fix the thing. I think. It's hard to tell if it's really working right or not.
So now I'm sitting here with something that probably won't even sell and my Dad told me to write. About myself. To test it, he says. Since he's staring at me like I'm a science experiment I guess I'll do what he says. Hi computer! My name is Fern. I'm 16 years old. I live in Chicago. That's in the Northern Alliance Fleet. We're docked at the Teros Space Station Hub at the moment. That's where we get resupplied from the terraformed planets in the Teros system. It's mostly luxury stuff though. We grow and raise all the basics on the ship after all.
I live in what is usually called the Garden. It's near the bottom of the ship and inhabited almost entirely by traditionalists. People who try to live as unplugged from the network as possible. No cybernetics. Few implants. Minimal technological interference. You could probably tell all that from my name though. Most people give their kids normal names. Like Sara or John. Not weird extinct plant names like Fern. Or Heather. That's my younger sister. She's 13. My mom's name is Lavender (the extinct plant names come from her side of the family) and my dad's name is James. He was part of the Engineer Corps until he met my mom and unplugged. He's still got a cybernetic hand though. I think it's pretty cool, though it basically just does hand stuff at this point.
We, my family that is, runs a junk shop that specializes in old Earth-style technology, trinkets, and other treasures. My mom takes in most of the merchandise and my dad and I fix it up. When we can.
I've got school in the morning so Dad says that's all for tonight, but he also says I'll be doing more testing tomorrow. Whatever that means. So I guess I'll write more then. Machine off.

Apparently it doesn't respond to typed or thought commands. I'll have to get my Dad to show me how to turn it off.



Well. I hope that was okay. I had fun writing it and imagining the world. Write more soon. I promise.