Last night I recieved a message. One I feared would come. At 6pm Pacific time, I officially became a fugitive.

Utopia S&T are now on me like a bunch of hounds, and I've been left with an option I had never wanted to consider.

Tonight I take a desperate measure and throw all hopes for a better life on one slim chance.

This message is being transmitted via radio frequency 1223.3214, using a wireless compatible protocol. When it falls silent, then you know I have placed my fate on a theory. A Hope.

But, I must square away a few things first.

Ronin:
Fate once again crosses us. When the time comes, perhaps in some other universe that isn't so against us, our souls will once again feel whole.

Jager:
You know, what I'm about to do may help me experience what you do when you travel between points A and B. Hopefully I will arrive at point B intact.

Teknokat:
Monday, my resignation notice will be on your desk, at precisely 10:34.22am, Weighted by a clear crystalline cube. That is, if everything works. When you are good enough, and have truely chosen your path in life, contained within is the risk I have taken. And the miracle I found. And why this opportunity was so good I was willing to risk my very existance.

If any of you head to Endeavor Point, the Hikari Maru will be long gone. My home, empty but with little wubby, the last real item of my sisters, just a plush toy, laying limp on the floor.

If you wonder what I'm about to attempt, remember the rumors and myths surrounding the "Manhattan Project"? About a rumored phasing technology? I found the next step.

What if someone offered you the chance to have an entire pallette of universes you could travel through? And the energy to do it?

This chance, this possibility, I must take.

If I live or die it is for my own exploration and discovery. When I discovered this, and fate pushed the deadline so close, I had no other choice.

I must go now. I've moved what I can onboard.

I'd reccomend that no one follow. If I return, it will be with stories you'd never believe.

So Long..##22$%.... [Transmission Terminated]

There is no coming home, Endeavor.

Manhattan Project?

Does anybody understand what she's talking about?

The Manhattan Project was the United States' effort to build the atomic bomb during World War Two.

I think she may have been aiming for the Philidelphia Experiment, but I could be mistaken. That one had multiple conspiracy theories about it. Something to do with making a ship invisible and actually warping reality.

I am afraid I don't have too much confidence in Ms. Hino's sanity.

And she seemed to be doing so well.

I wonder what finally pushed her over the edge.

Taint?

I dunno. You'd think they'd have kept her in the hospital if there was a major mess up with her brain.

'Course I keep thinking of something I told Miss Stigmata about novas sanity. If a fellah was bright enough, they could fake sanity for a long time. Maybe she kept up the act long enough to get out.

And perhaps she really is in trouble. Is that not a possibility?

I think we should find out what is happening from those who know her best before we question her stability.

Lessee now...

Coming out of a sanitarium her pet computer person "dies". Next she talks about fate, fear and being a fugitive. Finally she says her goodbyes on the opnet and takes a long walk off a short pier. What do you expect folks to say? That she was the picture of mental health?

Dude, even if this "Manhatten Project" stuff is for real the lady still had serious issues.

Actually, Cody, if you check yourself in, you can check yourself out. She wasn't criminally insane, and I don't think she had a legal guardian. It's a hospital, not a prison.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Cody:
'Course I keep thinking of something I told Miss Stigmata about novas sanity. If a fellah was bright enough, they could fake sanity for a long time. Maybe she kept up the act long enough to get out.

No doubting she was bright, but I don't think she had the people skills to fake out all her doctors. I liked her.

I wouldn't have thought she would have a reason to fake anything.

I can't blame her for her choice, it's her life for her to live after all.

But I will miss her.

She did live life in the fast lane. Everything, all the time.

I'll miss her too.

Captain Preston, I understand the difference between the two. And I don't really know if she'd have the people skills to fake sanity or not. Just seems to me that even if all this Manhatten crap is true, its an extreme reaction to anything short of having the devil himself on your ass.

I dunno. She seemed to spend more of her time on the edge than most. I guess even this isn't out of character.

I understand Cody. I just hate it when I see someone running at a brick wall and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

Last night I recieved a message. One I feared would come. At 6pm Pacific time, I officially became a fugitive.

Utopia S&T are now on me like a bunch of hounds, and I've been left with an option I had never wanted to consider.

Tonight I take a desperate measure and throw all hopes for a better life on one slim chance.

This message is being transmitted via radio frequency 1223.3214, using a wireless compatible protocol. When it falls silent, then you know I have placed my fate on a theory. A Hope.

But, I must square away a few things first.

Ronin:
Fate once again crosses us. When the time comes, perhaps in some other universe that isn't so against us, our souls will once again feel whole.

Jager:
You know, what I'm about to do may help me experience what you do when you travel between points A and B. Hopefully I will arrive at point B intact.

Teknokat:
Monday, my resignation notice will be on your desk, at precisely 10:34.22am, Weighted by a clear crystalline cube. That is, if everything works. When you are good enough, and have truely chosen your path in life, contained within is the risk I have taken. And the miracle I found. And why this opportunity was so good I was willing to risk my very existance.

If any of you head to Endeavor Point, the Hikari Maru will be long gone. My home, empty but with little wubby, the last real item of my sisters, just a plush toy, laying limp on the floor.

If you wonder what I'm about to attempt, remember the rumors and myths surrounding the "Manhattan Project"? About a rumored phasing technology? I found the next step.

What if someone offered you the chance to have an entire pallette of universes you could travel through? And the energy to do it?

This chance, this possibility, I must take.

If I live or die it is for my own exploration and discovery. When I discovered this, and fate pushed the deadline so close, I had no other choice.

I must go now. I've moved what I can onboard.

I'd reccomend that no one follow. If I return, it will be with stories you'd never believe.

So Long..##22$%.... [Transmission Terminated][/QUOTE]

[connection established]
Phew... About time.
Almost electrocuted myself trying to fix the tranciever and uploading the vioce-recognition software to get this working properly.
Perhaps I should explain this message. The message "supposedly" sent by me above? It's a lie.
Someone tried to kill me and this prior message is evidence. They faked that message. Seriously.
I'm currently floating in the pacific about 150 miles out of Los Angeles. Now, don't rush to my rescue, that's not the point of this message. The deal is, I'm supposed to be dead.
Don't make me explain how the assasins were supposed to do it, or who, I have no fugging clue. So, I'm just saying right now I'm alright. The Hikari Maru though is toast. Blew up real good.
I'm floating around in a life-boat... Well... A rolls royce of a lifeboat, but never the less a lifeboat. No motor. But, I'm fine. If things are bad, I can fly back. But I'm lying low. Don't ask where I've been. Please. I'm not proud of what I've done by accident. So, just trust me when I say this, I'm fine, sane, and sorta shaggy. I REALLY need a makeover. ~.^
As soon as I get back, I plan on taking out some pent up agression. Namely on the thugs that tried to kill me, and when I find out who tried to fragment me sub-atomically, there'll be hell to pay. And they owe me a yacht.
Bitches.
-Signing off for now.

Three words:

PUBLICLY ACCESSABLE FORUM

True enough, however, with all the other juvenile content that might be within the forum, do you really think someone is going to screen it all?

Search string = "Endeavor Point", "Hikari Maru", "Sakurako Hino"
Search Conditions = "Or"
Date Stamp = "04/28 + X"

Don't seem all that hard, Arek. They taught us how to do this sort of thing back in the second grade in the good old U.S. of A. Heck, this site has it's own engine and I use it to find the posts of folks that interest me. 'Sides... If this really is Miss Hino I'm pretty sure she can fly. How long you figure it would take her to cover 150 miles? Do you really think she'd sit in the middle of the big old ocean with her floaties on just hanging around to be rescued by some good samaritan when she could get there herself in under an hour?

Just don't seem all that likely, do it?

I ain't trying to nit pick you. If you really think it might be on the level, fly yourself out there and take a look.

Oh, I can fly, Cody. But right now, I don't want to return untill I know I'm safe. I'm making some movements on that front as I speak.
Again, just trust me on this. When I pop my head out in public again, I'll make sure to let you guys in on a few things. This is for real. Check the OPIP and the Lat/Lon.
Besides, I'm having fun... THIS IRRITATING MARLIN I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH FOR 2 DAYS NOW!!! You don't know how much fishing line he's claimed. >.< bugger.

I think Mr Jager might be better to talk with about such things. I ain't got much practice or patience with such. I got to wonder about it being more safe but that's your business. And why your doing what your doing ain't my business.

Now fishing I can help with. As I reckon it your fast, strong and can fly. So stop wasting your fishing line. Just tie a bobber to the bait and toss it in. Strip down and jump in for a spell to relax until you see that bobber start to jerk. When it does just swim or fly over and thump mister Marlin until he stops thrashing about.

Then you invite him in to dinner...

Oh,I am so sorry that I can not be here to help you.I swear that I iwll try to help you as soon as I can..WIle you in the middle of the sea..I am somewhere rather far away.

Lastly if I find you that you got yourself dead,I am going to kill myself and come after you.You get me?

I'm completely fine. To me, this is like... some long fishing trip. Seriously.
I'm fine. ^.^ I don't need rescue or anything, alright?
I'll tell you what, if someone can snag my pod when I feel like heading home, and bring it back to Endeavor Point, I'll pay 'em alright? I got some stuff here I can't part with... Plus I'm already designing the Hikari Maru-A on my computer here.
I am just going to enjoy myself for a couple of weeks. Hey, anyone want some seafood? I finally caught the marlin! ^.^ You'd be surprised the facilities I have here for cleaning and preparing fish. Hell, I designed this pod, of course. I'd want to be as comfy as possible.
Trust me guys, I'm having a blast...
Although... I wouldn't mind some company....
I havent seen any of your faces... for so long...

I just want to see if anyone recognizes me... I've been through a lot although I can't remember anything before ditching the Hikari Maru a couple of days ago. >.< I can remmeber things before I was kidnapped, but nothing really afterard. Everything I assume happened is just pure speculation on my part. I may not even be in any further danger from what I gather...
I just... want to enjoy some time out here for a bit. Call it therapy or stress relief, or whatever you want. I'm just glad to be alive now. Now if you excuse me... I have some fillets to make and refrigerate.
^.^ See ya!

I'd think the pink would be a dead giveaway.

Enjoy your fishing trip.

:p

Pink rules. Don't knock it. >.<

Pink stands out. Don't forget that.

:p

But... how could you not like a pink haired cutie like myself? ~.^

Someone doesn't.

That's what I was going to say. 'Course maybe they just didn't like boats.

Saku-chan.

I hope that my silence in this matter has not discouraged you. I have had nothing to say on your current troubles that could offer you more than my support and my aid, at your request.

But I should hope you know you always have those things.

You have always been in my thoughts. Please, remain safe and well.

.ronin

Hey.. I don't even know if there is anyone really after me, anymore. That's why I'm hanging low, and being a girl of the sea.

A lot of evidence points to yes... but the big picture I can't see just yet. I may have to poke my head out of the shell to see if the wolf still wants dinner.

My even being here may be telling whosawhatsit that they failed miserably.

So, I'm on a seafood diet and talking to you guys when I can bounce a signal off of a communications sattelite. No biggie.

I'm even getting used to the sway. >.<

Ronin? If you feel like stopping by, perhaps to let some things off your chest, you're more than welcome to stop my my office. ~.^ Just be sre to knock first, I'll need to get decent. Had to air out and clean my clothes the best I could. If you call what I've been wearing for a few days normal clothing... >.<

Jager. You know some things I had corresponded to you earlier. I'm sure if anything moves you'd be the first to tell me if it does.

Quite frankly, if whoever tried to kill be went to the lengths that they did... I could have exhausted their resources big time.

But, that's a bedtime story for another day, kids. ~.^