Day 1
My Name is Kevin Sanchez. I must never forget it.
For crimes of illegal research into exploration beyond the fourth wall, I have been banished to Exile in a remote corner of Game-Space: the planet Maxis.
I refuse to think of this as punishment. It is an opportunity to research the peculiarities of the planet.
We touched down after a week's travel, silently and cloaked, so as not to disturb the area's fragile genre-sphere. Upon emerging, I was glad to see the planet to be like Peace-Earth. Blue sky, green plants. Better than some of the other planets I've been to. Before arriving, I had been briefed by my lawyer, Mr. Wright, that I was to try and coexist with the indigenous species, called Sims. Phoenix assured me it was a good deal I received instead of imprisonment in Nova Prospekt or The Zigg. I'll have to thank his uncle, Will, for pulling some strings next time I'm allowed communication. He actually owns several Entertainment plants on the planet, shaped like Cities. Selling the fuel to private companies has made him quite wealthy. It's unfortunate they are unmanned now.
My accommodations seemed reasonable. I was confused when I was brought to a suburban home, yet Mr. Wright said that it was authentic Sim architecture. I hypothesize that they stole the style from us while the Cities were still growing. I was given 2,000 Simoleons, the local currency, to barter with the locals in addition to the house. Other than that, I was on my own. Mr. Wright said they would "check up" on me in the near future. I doubt it's as soon as it sounds.
They left shortly, and I went inside. The wooden door was quite comfortable after the cold metal of the ship. To my surprise, their were already furnishings. All of them made by Sims, I suppose. I didn't recognize any of the brands. It was only 3 rooms. The entire downstairs is a kitchen/living space. I don't know what I'm going to do with the kitchen. When I was still on Corneria, I always ate at Bunny's, a local diner. I'm still fascinated how the Genre-Sphere could allow so many different kinds of anthropomorphic animals and still keep bloodlines true. I opened the fridge and saw it was full to bursting with foodstuffs.
Also on the first floor was a bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a single shower. Up the stairs are a double bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a dresser. And a Phone. Who would I call on this planet?
Before I sleep I will write my thoughts in the Journal I brought with me. The air is clear and the house pleasant, but I have a feeling of Unease. It is as if everything is an imitation, each slightly flawed. The toilet is a little too wide. The stove has six burners instead of four. The drawers are all empty. The books look normal, but are written in a foreign text. I am tired, and it is dark. I will sleep. My research begins tomorrow.
Footnote: The dresser has only two shirts and one pair of pants in it. I worry about laundry. No choice, then. I have to sleep in the clothes I brought with me. The bed covers are stiff and seem to move on their own. But the mattress, such as it is, is comfortable. I feel suddenly sleepy.