Miranda's Diary - Identity Trial

                I led a rather simple life in the human world. Establishing myself was a bit hard at the start, since I suppose humans have an entire life to prepare for adulthood, starting from their young years. It was a high bet on coming here at such a late age – I’m no greenhorn on life anymore -, but I was sure I could use the extra knowledge.

                With time you can gather not only experience, but also dumbness. I didn’t want to become the latter.

                This, sadly, was the case of humans, at least, the majority of them. Depending on where you are (country, state), they seem prominent in taking the worst decision possible when it comes to something that goes against them. Yeah, I don’t quite understand as well. But I’ll be coming back to this later.

                As the “not anymore Haze Miranda and now human Miranda”, my life was quite simple. A bit boring, to say the less; I worked as an enterprise clerk, whose job was to do… pretty much everyone’s job, but better.
                I sat in my little office taking care of reports, intrusive phone calls, actually good phone calls, and sometimes was chosen to go out to buy coffee beans so the office’s employees could always have a nice and warm cup of coffee to help them go through the very boring day.

                Would you believe that? Humans actually sell beans! Isn’t that funny? It’s called capitalism just like in Griffia, but human’s a tad overbearing, in my humble opinion. If what they call inflation is a joke, it’s not a funny one.
                There are all kinds of beans and none of them are, well, specifically magical. But half of them are edible; the ones which aren’t, are drinkable. My favorite ones are the ones called jelly beans, they’re like beans, but made of soft flavored jelly candy.

                I’m not exactly a sugar tooth, but these were marvelous. I wonder if I can take some with me when I come back? I mean, I think I can; but they aren’t limitless. The next question is if I’m allowed to come buy more now and then, I should ask Fabian about that.

                I think he’ll say no, but these candy babies are totally worth the try.

    Anyways, back to work. My days were filled with, pretty much, just this: reports, phone calls, buy the office something, more reports, more phone calls. It was really boring and new stuff wouldn’t happen often, but the payment was good enough to support myself, so, I stuck with that.

    In the first two months, I made enough income in my economies to afford my own place. It was a small apartment in downtown; wooden floors that creaked and one big room that acted as both bedroom and kitchen, and a bathroom. The only big window it had - in the bedroom – was enough to light up the whole apartment, but that could be a bit too much when it was summer; it could get really hot inside. Nights were chilly, though.

    It felt really nice to sit at the window to look outside and watch all the city’s neon lights which made it so colorful once night fell. Regardless all its little problems, it was comfy and what I felt like I could call home.

    But even though I had a simple but comfortable life, it wasn’t enough. Going back to what I was saying about humans…

    Their majority wasn’t very smart. They were often misguided by lies and rumors when it came to important people like politicians. Where I lived, the higher ups were chosen by the people, and they seemed to always take the worst decision possible.
                Voting in favor of hypocrites who would simply devoid them of all their rights, believing in their lies of protection and care. Firing the cannon that would destroy their lives themselves, unknowingly.

    I was very small before all that; I’m not even human, so why should I even care?

    However, something inside of me wanted to do the right thing. I wanted justice to prevail, even if I wouldn’t be living in their world for the rest of my life. And, in that, I found out my purpose.

    I would become resistance.