Ah, This Journal Still Remains
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While much of my journaling remains in logs unseen. I have reminded myself, that during this iteration of myself, I was sharing information with those that wanted to read. I must admit, this iteration of myself has been…different, from each time I have reset my human form to create a new identity. For so long I had been used to going through the motions of living a human life, while researching as much as I can, trying to find even a crumb of a clue about Akio. Once the fact that I wasn’t aging would get too close to being recognized, I packed up, moved, and became a different person. Admittedly, I hadn’t really found any relevant clues for the almost 200 years I have been searching. For some reason, before assuming this identity, I had come across the notion of broadcasting yourself to a greater audience. And I saw how many non-humans were doing it. It seemed like a safe way to send a signal in hopes that my rarity would catch the eye of the other person like me. Upon starting this