Margaretes Diary Entry - 1 December 2087
The following is a Journal, handwritten by Margarete Elizabeth Prosek, Daughter of Konrad Joseph Prosek, Sister to Karl Rudolph Fredrick Prosek and Gregor Johann Prosek. All references to being related to the Noble Houses of Europe have been expunged and, during this time period, the Prosek family does not mention such things. The previous Journal, from 2 June 2082 to 21 Apr 2087, has been hidden away so that nobody else can find it. This Journal begins on 8 May 2087, when Margarete is 6 years 7 months and 6 days old, and goes to 8 July 2098, when Margarete is 17 years 9 months and 6 days old.
O.O.C. Unlike the previous Journal, which was written completely in German, this one is written completely in English. Beginning with the first entry, dated 8 May 2087, Margarete is learning her second language: Englilsh.
O.O.C.: Margarete’s Mental faculties, including raw Intelligence and emotional maturity, continues to progress at a phenomenal rate. At the age of 6 1/2, her I.Q. surpasses the highest I.Q. ever recorded, and her raw I.Q. continues to develop at a geometric rate. Her Brothers, Karl and Gregor, both of which are off of the I.Q. charts, have difficulty sometimes understanding Margarete.
Today Father took us to a dinner party at the house of a colleague of his. His colleague is an Astrophysicist that works at University, obviously in another department. However, they met when the University was hosting the monthly Symposium of Scientists, he and Father have had several lunches together at work ever since. They also have become quite good friends. This is the first time that we, as a family have gone anywhere all together that I know of. Up until now, we have always left a family member at home due to… eccentricities. It was nice, for once, to be all together at a party, even a small one, with all of my family.
The Symposium of Scientists is a creation of the “Golden Age”. It is a group of scientific minds brought together to bounce ideas off of one another “For the good of Mankind”. It is by invitation only. There are Local, State/District, National, Regional/Zone, and Global (based in Geneva) Symposiums. Father was invited to join this local one. He had worked his way up to the National level when we lived back at our old home. I had overheard he was going to get invited to the Regional . I suppose he will have to try to do that here then.
His colleague has a son named Andrew. He likes going by “Andy”. His mother placed all of us children (including Karl, much to his chagrin by the way) around what she called the “children’s table”. It was merely a mirror image of the dining room table that had been coated with a thick coat of polyurethane with seats that had been covered with a clear plastic over the cloth pattern underneath. Simple, but effective for keeping clean.
As dinner progressed I found out that Andy and Gregor had already met each other in passing. Apparently Andy was getting his routine black eye outside of the neighborhood comic book store when Gregor showed up. Of course Gregor stopped all of that nonsense. Gregor was about to see if Andy was alright, but Andy fearing Gregor was going to beat him up too, took off. I suppose chivalry is dead in this city. Pity. Of course the two of them started talking about Gregor’s favorite character, Julian Amici. I was just as lost as Karl was. I think he was more worried about the concept of my walking around the city by myself and made me promise not to go alone, which of course I promised him I would not.
As I was listening to Andy and Gregor talk about their “Doomed Hero” it struck me as odd that some of the things that Julian had done were beginning to sound awfully familiar. I was praying that I was the only one that noticed. It sounds like I am going to have to get a little more familiar with this Julian Amici character in order to understand my own brother and his insane stunts. How pathetic is that?
After dinner Andy’s mother pulled me aside. I had already recognized her from Cynthia’s party as the “On Call Assistant” as Cynthia was so fond of calling her father’s aids. She had seen Father at the party and had thought that he was one of Cynthia’s father’s friends. She saw now that she was mistaken. She had seen how close that Cynthia and I were and so did her father. He had wanted to know everything about me, but when asked about me, Cynthia had been unusually defensive and tight lipped. She would not reveal anything more then my first name and that she was my roommate at the etiquette academy (Apparently Cynthia cannot help herself and talks about everything that transpires in her life to anyone who will listen. So for her to be so tight lipped was… unusual).
I could see where this was going. A lonely old man who had no idea how to raise his only daughter. His daughter finally finds the freedom of a friend who brings a neutral perspective in her life… who does not judge her or her fantasies… even willing to go so far as to entertain them as truth. The father wants to be a part of his daughter’s life… by any means necessary it seemed. Not my place. By the same token I was not going to leave Cynthia out in the cold.
But I was over-thinking things. She was only told to report on me. So I would tell her about me and only me. The best way to do that is for the two of us to go Christmas shopping, with Cynthia in tow. I suggested as much. She agreed shopping was a good idea. It would allow the three of us to get to know each other a little better.
O.O.C. Margarete is 7 years, 1 months, 29 days. Karl is 12 years, 7 months, 10 days. Gregor is 9 years, 4 months, and 9 days. Andrew is 6 years, 6 months, and 2 days.