My name is not Kylie.

The following extracts have been compiled from her personal diary and spectromancy to get more of her feelings and thoughts into the immersion program. We tried to neatly tie it in chronological order, but we are not entirely sure of the logic sequences. Who knew Pre-Unified minds could be so complicated?

Entry 1 - The recruiters encouraged us to keep a diary to keep us sane during the upcoming war. It was the best idea I ever heard. Because, let’s face it, I am far from sane. I only hope that this diary is not discovered by my team mates. I feel like I would have to explain too much to them. And I don’t want to. Not ever.

Everyone has specific reasons to join this war. Mine is to get out of my current life. To escape it. I took the passport of my sister and enlisted. So my name is not Kylie. Kylie is the name of my sister. My dead sister. She looked so much like me. Bless her. Fuck, even thinking about her, brings tears to my eyes, I’ll stop writing about her now. And move on with the easy things in my new life.

So the enlistment was easy. Show passport, state: name, occupation and reason to enlist. They barely listened to my made up motivation: “to protect the children of my school.” It was like they didn’t care. They probably didn’t.

In the weeks before the war, I barely followed the news. I had other things on my mind. All I knew, the third world war had started. The Russians were coming, doing unspeakable things. Enlistment of civilians was urgently needed to fight the Russians. It was all I needed to know. I had found a way out of my life. There was no other way I could think of. No one will look for me in the army. Let’s hope I survive the ordeal and then start a new life. Perhaps with someone I love, and that he loves me too. For whatever reason. It is not like I am a loveable person. Urgh! Don’t hope too much. Why would anyone love me in the first place? I’m pretty useless beyond my life experience in men and how to please them the best way.

For now, all I need to remember, really remember, really need to react upon is my new name: Kylie. However much pain I will have to endure hearing it all the time. Every time I will hear it, it will make me think back to my sister. No, not writing about her now. - End entry 1.