Chapter 2: Friendship and Anger

The night was dreamless, just some minor nightmare that wasn't worthy of much… commentary.

Since I was a complete stranger, my current sleeping arrangements were decided by dinner time by Diana herself and… I was partly confused.

Randal's room was big enough for a person, but it was easy to see how cramped it was for two people. The first issue was the bed debacle… quick explanation:

Being a polite individual staying over at some kind people's house, I was keen to immediately decline the Prime's offer to have his bed. Being a generous fellow, Randal decided to insist on the matter and pressing me to just accept it for the sake of being well-rested for the following day, a workday too.

The little debate escalated to a strange settlement, not even I was sure how it truly worked.

I got the floor… and my new friend joined in too. The small area fitted well to have the two of us taking some space to sleep, just enough to not push each other all together. Sleep came after two hours of silent, closed-eyed thinking and I was glad that Randal fell asleep much earlier than I did… offering me the chance of giving some heavy contemplation over my odd situation.

Yes, I learned that the anthropomorphic people living in this new region of the world are called Primes. I was unsure over the 'why' they were called so, but I was quick to notice some shocking details from that dinner.

There was a small radio tuned in and some news managed to filter out through it.

I knew that the name of the region where I was currently staying was Gossamer, a small section of a whole new continent that has been developed much less than the rest. Some technology reached out, but I think it wasn't a push strong enough to kick-start industry here.

Agriculture feasted upon this lack of development, driving several of the oldest families that survived out of this part of the economy to expand and improve. If I have to be honest, I felt this was somehow… planned.

Producing natural products was as good as the normal product-making industry.

People loved 'vintage' things and, from my understanding, the differences between a Prime and a simple human being were mostly limited to their biology.

They both reasoned the same way and shared the same pluralistic society.

But the biggest news was furnished by… the date of the whole thing.

Before I left that bar late that night, I was quite sure it was still 2019. When I first heard the date listed by the radio speaker… I had to stop a moment to seriously contemplate.

2217.

That's… 198 years in the… future? But this couldn't be just a 'time travel' predicament. My highest bet was that I somehow ended up meeting with the legendary… Truck-kun.

The possibility that I was Isekai'd to a parallel dimension wasn't that much of a strange idea, especially with the Primes as proof that things aren't the same as it was before that eventful night.

It was something quite heavy to digest and my mind found itself influenced by this dramatic development.

So much that my twisted imagination deemed it right to-

I sighed, eyes glancing out of the window, stare fixed on the small spot where the car was usually parked. It wasn't there.

They are late.

I blinked as the phone placed close to my ear finally flickered to life, the familiar voice of my mother replying to the call.

Quick words were exchanged, the reason for this occurrence delayed by some minor news, but I could still remember it.

“We will be home very soon. Your father received an important call from his uncle that he needed our presence for some legal complications. Nothing worrying but it was for the best to have this solved before things escalated."

“Understood," I muttered calmly. “Just… be careful. The weather."

“Your father might be getting older but he is still the professional pilot as he was back when I married him. There is nothing to worry about, sonny."

A sigh and the call ended. I lingered stuck just for a moment, an odd feeling about this all and… I returned to complete my homework. A yawn leaving my lips as I finished the annoying paper in front of my eyes.

Silence reigned, allowing just some frustrated sighing and the scribbling of both my pen and pencil, for hours.

Afternoon became evening… and evening became nighttime.

I yawned again, glancing at the display of the phone with a tired expression and froze at the hour.

00:00

W-What?

I tried to stand up but much to my horror, I found myself stuck to the chair. I pushed, I wobbled and even tried to shatter the simple thing. Nothing worked.

My breathing, the pace intensified and I feared for a moment of going through hyperventilation.

Th-There has to be an explanation and-

“You were too late, sonny."

L-Late? W-Why would I-

“Your hands are stained, sonny. If only… you were honest. If only… you actually cared."

I-I did!

“Li-ar~!" A childish giggle, the world turned pitch-black and I felt suffocating.

A-Am I drowning? I- I need help- H-HELP!-

I blinked awake, my entire body being shaken as a furred hand tried to snap me out of the nightmare.

Eyes widening, I realized that I was sweating just a little and… blinked again.

“O-Oh, you are awake." Randal's voice further got me back to reality, my mind cementing my connection out of the hell I was suffering moments ago. I glanced back, the Prime giving me a concerned look and I nodded.

“I-I'm fine." I said with all the calm I could muster.

I was about to repeat, just to emphasize the point, but ended up avoiding doing anything weird now more than anything. The young man to frown at the reply and didn't seem to budge…

“You sure?" He asked again, visibly relaxing at my following nod.

I needed to change the topic before he could return back to it. “W-What time is it?" I asked swiftly, catching the dude off-guard.

“I-it's-" His eyes widened in realization. “Oh- I need to prepare breakfast and-!" I booped his nose as I slowly got up from the floor.

“We are preparing some breakfast." I affirmed with renewed determination, cracking a smile to accentuate my decision. “I might have let go of the fact you decided to sleep on the floor when you have your own bed, but like heck I will let you take that burden there."

There was some surprise in his eyes and he smiled, nodding back with a grateful expression. “I suppose that would be nice." And with that he proceeded to put on his shirt-

…

Wait, does that mean that he slept near me without- No! We are… not going to think about that.

Before going to the kitchen, I asked a moment to go to the bathroom.

The cold water of the sink properly brought me out from my sleepiness, from the nightmare's lingering dread washed away down the sinkhole.

I yawned again as I closed the door of the bathroom behind me, hands over my eyes as I felt them itching a little. I bet I was crying when Randal woke me up, I… bet that it was ruining my whole attempt at seeming fine.

How disappointing.

I managed to reach the kitchen, eyes darting between the two occupants and I nodded back at Diana. The woman was reading a newspaper addressing the new prices of various vegetables and other farming products, seemingly taken by the paper as I reached for Randal while he was cutting some bread.

“Sandwiches." He hummed quietly as he put down the jar containing some peach jam. “Three for you, two for me and mom."

There wasn't a need to explain why I needed the extra sandwich and thus I started to help out spread the jam over the slices of bread I was offered.

Moments later we were quietly enjoying the breakfast, Diana actually putting down the newspaper to enjoy her share of food and I found myself endeared by the small moment we were sharing.

It's been… a long time now.

It was a good way to start the day… I suppose.

As we all finished the sandwiches, Randal was the one that had to go to the bathroom first, orders from the good lady herself. The female Prime was keen to remind her 'little boy' how long he would have to spend to take care of his hair and fur, making her son blush at being called out in front of… someone.

Seriously, what was I to them? A stranger… or maybe an acquaintance?

I sighed, the dude going to take some fresh clothes from his room before going through his 'morning rituals'. I was alone with Diana, the woman didn't pick up her newspaper as her emerald eyes fixed on my form, causing me to tense up a little.

“So..." The sound felt so much familiar and somewhat terrifying as I knew that it was the prelude to an unpleasant discussion. “How was your sleep? Did you have any issue or-"

“Peachy." I replied with faux amusement, her eyes rolling at the dumb pun and I nodded. “It was… fine."

She blinked. “Fine?" I nodded to answer her and she snorted. “Of course."

I narrowed my eyes at that but wisely decided against pursuing… whatever she was trying to allude to.

“But how did you manage to sleep with a single bed?" Diana asked with a tiny amount of curiosity. “I would think you both headbutted over the whole sleeping arrangement."

“We kind of… had some minor debate, nothing strange and…" I paused just a moment, thinking the best way to expose that situation. “We both picked the floor."

She stared silently and then closed her eyes. “You both… picked the floor?"

“I tried to tell him to go to bed and-"

“Randy was kind enough to share the burden." The Prime huffed, pout plastered on her face as she crossed her arms close to her… abundant chest. And I was staring a little too much, I reckon.

I sighed. “He was also sleeping shirtless-"

“It was a hot night." She remarked quickly, eyes narrowing on me and causing me to gulp. “What did you want? That he suffered the unholy heat that is common of this season just because you can't seem to digest seeing some extra fur-"

“I didn't mean-" I tried to defend myself, failing as she snorted tiredly.

“Yet you did." Diana rebuked once more. “And I'm deeply disappointed."

Silence fell on the room as I lost the need to speak. I did ruin that chance for some amicable conversation and I wasn't expecting-

“Sorry."

…What? Why was she apologizing? I was the one that-

“Randal… he never had a paternal figure around while he was under my care." She slowly admitted. “He is a soft-spoken, strong but… very careful to not offend the others."

“He is… very nice." I agreed, making her giggle in the process.

“Very sweet too. A pity he didn't get any chance to find his love interest yet." She tilted her head on the side and sighed, a mischievous look directed right at me. “One can only wonder~."

I sighed. “As much this joke could be funny, I'm not into guys and… I'm fairly sure he isn't too."

“Oh, but I know that." She hummed quietly. “I remember when he had his first crush back in Elementary school, a pity that he decided to back away so suddenly..."

Her green eyes returned to stare at me. “But the reason I asked is that I want to know a little more about you." A little smile played with her amused features. “My newest worker- my youngest worker yet and I hope one of my good ones too."

“Really? The youngest?" I asked with some curiosity dripping from my words. “You mean you never hired anyone as young as me?"

“I started to work on the farm with a group of friends." She told with a nostalgic tone. “They were all good folks that loved the hard-work and the lovely farmer's life. Sadly they all departed for their own ways and… I started to hire professionals."

“I saw the photo with you and your children-"

“Good times." The Prime interrupted with a small smile. “If there is something that I think a mother should prioritize, it is the love and care for her children."

She tensed a moment, eyes turning to the table and away from any possible confrontation about the matter and I knew she had to have thought of something… painful.

Quickly I went to change the subject for the sake of avoiding the death of this simple chit-chatting.

“So you also have any fun stories about… Randal?" The effect of the question was instantaneous, her eyes almost glowing mirthfully at the memories my words were bringing to her. It was all painted in her face.

“Oh, I sure do and…" A giggle left her lips and she nodded. “Did you notice any 'particular' detail about yesterday's dinner?"

I narrowed my eyes at the table and blinked just once. “You mean with the chicken and the potatoes?"

At her nod, I began humming as cogs in my mind spun quickly to try and understand what could be considered 'particular' from her point of view-

“It was spicier than it should have been?" I could remember having some little trouble with the chicken, the spices were stronger than the ones usually used for that kind of dish, and I was glad to have water nearby to save my poor tongue from the burning inferno I glimpsed during the bites.

“Randal loves spicy food since he was a child. One could say that he grew to love hot dishes so much that he decided to specialize in that part of cooking." She sighed. “Why, there was one time when-"

And thus Diana started to tell the childhood stories of the younger Prime.

Some were incredibly amusing and relatable, like how he would end up breaking some vases while playing around with his younger sibling and their childhood friend; The rest were actually brief ones about some of the discoveries and the growths the boy experienced from being a child and then blooming in a college-bound adult.

I learned that he was done with school life, passing with excellent grades, but tthen ended up spending the last few months at the farm to keep company to his mom.

The confusion was legitimate, especially since I couldn't fathom why would Randal need to be around the woman.

While she seemed a little tired and she spent some part of her days in her bed, I couldn't see anything that could hint at some life-threatening illnesses.

Maybe I wasn't looking at the big picture well enough, but I was fairly sure the woman was mostly fine.

Yet as the stories progressed, I found a name present in all of those that caused Diana to pause more than once.

Mora Linda, from my basic understanding, was Randal's younger sister and the old woman's biological daughter. There were pictures of them being happy, some of them happening possibly recently and… she wasn't there.

Heck, the female Prime sitting at the opposite side of the table seemed keen to avoid lingering over her name and… maybe something about it had happened?

I remember hearing years ago of parents falling ill when their children left the house after some hasty and heated discussion, but I knew that was a massive stretch.

Knowing so little about this subject and being respectful enough to not ask specific questions to the woman as we weren't that close, I decided to not press for more and accepted the storm of tales from Randal's childhood.

Speaking of the Devil, the young man returned to the Kitchen while using a towel to clean up his hair and I was quick to stand up. “I suppose it's my turn and..." I smiled, nodding at Diana. “I hope that this could continue during lunch."

Her smile twitched, mostly because Randal looked confused and somewhat suspicious over the mysterious agreement we struck before him and I guess he will start to ask for details once I was out of ear-shot.

Entering the bathroom, I was quick to close the door behind me before starting to undress.

Tuning away from my previous thoughts, I prioritized a quick shower as to not waste any more time.

Thirty minutes should be enough to deal with everything.

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Randal sat down in the chair previously taken by the human, eyes fixed on his mother as the woman smiled mischievously. Something was missing, some discussion that was possibly about him but… what could it be?

He opened his mouth to ask the woman how was she feeling, deciding to focus first on her health rather than pester her with some interrogation. Yet his mother beat him with a giggle.

“Our guest is surely a unique individual." The woman mused calmly and with a certain tone.

He blinked at the quick comment and slowly nodded. “Truly? How so?"

“You might haven't noticed it but he is still hesitant to interact with those around him." She explained, eyes directed at the table. “He is very careful with everyone… except you."

The younger Prime tilted his head in confusion. Matt trusted him? But he seemed to be treating him mostly politely rather than friendly. There wasn't much to be said about him if only that he respected him and was thankful for his gestures.

“It's subtle but he is very guarded over his own emotions. Between the two of us he is more at ease around you." A nod followed and yet the confusion in Randal's mind wasn't satisfied by this.

“B-But why?" It just made no sense.

“Oh, it's not that he genuinely distrusts me, sweetie." Another giggle left her lips. “It's… something a little more complicated. I think it's because… I'm reminding him of someone."

…What?

“It can happen, once in a while, that people do get nostalgic and can find some individuals around them familiar to those they know about." His mother continued to explain. “But the way he was looking at me… I've seen just once someone this sad and…" She huffed, eyes closed. “I hope I'm wrong."

“So… I have to keep an eye for him?"

“Just enough to make sure he doesn't do anything silly, dear." The woman giggled softly. “But be careful. I've heard that there is a newcomer in town and not much is known about… them."

“Really? Nothing about them?"

Diana sighed. “This person was very careful to not provide anything to the friends around, I just know that they got a flat near the town's square."

“I will be looking around then… anything else?"

She smiled. “Just be polite when needed, same for cautious and..." Her eyes calmly turned to the doorstep of the kitchen. “Same for you, young man."

Randal's attention shifted right to… Matt. The human blinked in surprise and nodded, his eyes narrowed in minor confusion but seemed fine with the request.

“I think we should go now." The younger Prime suggested. “Quicker we deal with the tasks, earlier we will get home-"

“So you can coddle me up like you would like to do right now." His mother interrupted with a mirthful chuckle. “Just make sure to avoid making any mistakes and then things will be alright."

Then she turned once more at the human. “You will also need some instructions for the work. I will prepare you something to use as a 'manual' of sort."

“Thanks." He nodded as he waited for Randal to walk closer, waving at her before turning and going toward the front door. “See you later, Mrs. Linda."

A snort echoed through the hallway and moments later they were walking out of the farm.

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“You mean the mayor has been the same for… a decade now?" I had to ask, the situation ludicrous to even consider.

Very few people back home could manage to accomplish so many years of being elected to the role, but these were mostly corrupt bureaucrats that knew how to make use of bribery. An odd concept, but it supposedly faded back in the perspective that… this was the ideal place.

While not New York by any mean, the town wasn't truly bad. Even from the early, less-clear sight I got of it during our walk I knew that it was… respectful. The houses looked all clean, the rustling crowds of Primes eagerly busy with shopping and working as everything resembled the perfect agrarian society.

Randal nodded much to my increasing shock. “Not many understand how but… he is working pretty well from my little understanding of politics. The town… is doing fine." He ended up replying.

“If he hasn't caused any mess… I guess that is alright." I commented quietly, I felt so many eyes on me while we went through the swamp of people around us. I spotted few humans, but those were well past their forties and… I guess I stick out like a sore thing among so many… Primes.

Our first stop was the shop specialized in selling farmer tools, the place was… well-furnished. I think I saw more than fifty different types of the same shovel. I'm impressed by the… competitive brands but this was utterly and completely-

“And I think we are done here," Randal muttered happily while holding a bucket with several instruments inside. I blinked in awe and nodded silently, I guess he was acknowledged over the kind of shopping we were doing and thus we went to pay for the whole arsenal.

The money was like dollars, the paper-kind at least looked like that, but instead of presidents and other important politicians, there were… monuments and important places. Just like the Euro paper-money.

After we left the shop, we stopped a moment by the entrance of the building to see what was next.

“We need to get some new seeds and then to pick the groceries-"

But before he could finish, I was pushed down by someone. Being that I was holding a few of the new instruments on me, I came down hard.

Groaning, I tried to identify my attacker and- “S-Sorry! I-I'm late-!"

She skipped away quickly, papers in her hands as she rushed through the street in a hurry. Randal helped me up, my body 'appreciating' the wake-up call and-

Is something missing?

I glanced back at the bucket and then… at the retreating figure. She was wearing a cloak of sort, her head and back hidden but I could see- something twitching in one of her pockets, a little trowel dangling in there.

“S-She got one of the instruments- I can catch her-"

“Matt, we can buy another one- Wait!"

A waste of money, one the farm couldn't afford. Every penny was essential-

You could consider me mad for being this considerate of a simple gardening trowel, but I while leaving out to go to town, I saw the shape of the farm and the situation wasn't even decent. Losing money wasn't an acceptable option right now.

I started giving chase, my breath growing ragged as I pushed my legs to the very limit to meet up the female Prime. She was incredibly fast, faster than me but I discovered a little advantage in the form of the sea of people that walked in the opposite direction.

The girl was swift in going through the 'walls' but she would have to slow down every once in a while, giving me time to catch up the more time I spent on the chase.

Yet as she turned the corner and I followed closely, my advantage vanished in the form of the massive crowd covering the whole square. I could see some smiling fellow and a- is that a hologram? - spinning some wheel with several clear words on it. More work, more housing and-

Wait, is that the mayor-

Dangit! Not the moment to distract myself with…

I stopped, my eyes widening as I lost her in the crowd. I felt close to fall on my knees, feeling like my efforts were all spent in a fruitless chase.

I glanced back at the mayor and that blasted wheel as it continued to spun… and spun and spun.

A blink, then two, finally I noticed the silent gust of wind reach all over the area, some shivering, some forced to get closer to their friends and- a familiar cloak was forced down, revealing a pair of bunny ears and-

Pink hair.

She was standing out among the locals and I was quick to capitalize over the blessing I received. Politely making my way through the crowd, I managed to reach the nearby clear zone and gave once more chase.

This time the pursuit ended in a very anti-climatic way as she suddenly stopped, took a brief sight and… entered inside the bar-saloon.

I didn't enter inside quickly, confused as to why she just stopped there of all places and… I finally ventured in, ignoring the strain

The place was humongous, but not as oppressing as I expected a saloon to be. Silently, I locked my stare over the girl.

A bunny Prime, she was chatting with the older and wrinklier man behind the counter who possibly was the owner of this whole place.

Her fur was a soft gray, her hair a light-pink and she was letting it all flow freely. A kind smile, green eyes attentively staring at the bartender while I slowly approached the counter-

“Oh hello young man, do you need something?" I almost jumped at the owner's voice, kind of expecting some extra steps in but… I decided to wing it.

“Two questions, does this place accept Euros?" The bulldog Prime frowned but nodded slowly.

“And two, how much for a glass of water?" I pressed on and the manager this time answer a little faster.

“Fifty cents." He said and I nodded. Pulling out my wallet, I was about to hand over the little coin but a bigger hand proceeded to beat me to that.

“I will pay for him." A deep voice explained curtly and I turned slowly to greet this individual… only to have to stare up and look at an unfamiliar face. I was looking at… a Bull Prime?

His fur was a tone lighter than his dark-brown hair, red eyes staring back at me and a curious smile on his face. “Please, take a seat."

I blinked and slowly nodded but- stopped a moment to glance at the Bunny Prime. “L-Lady? Just one word."

She looked surprised at being addressed but nodded, a curious frown on her face. “S-Sure, how can I help you?"

“Something hanging from one of the pockets of your cloak." Her frown deepened but she checked on it and… her eyes widened.

“O-Oh, a trowel?" Then her attention snapped at me. “Y-You are the one I tripped into back then- but that means you chased me to the saloon?"

“You… you are very fast, I hope you understand that." She smiled hesitantly at my words, handing over the gardening instrument as I nodded and turned to take a seat near the man that paid for my glass of water.

“W-Wait, you aren't going to ask for an apology-"

I waved at her. “I understand it was for work and… I kind of understand. There is no need to apologize." I interrupted quickly and then turned my focus to the Bull Prime.

“So… any particular reason to offer me a drink or-"

“Just found it odd for a human as young as you are to be in this part of the continent. Many teens prefer Prism to this quiet town." The man said with an intrigued tone.

The bartender huffed. “But you are a newcomer yourself, kind stranger. Why, I think you are but just years older than this young man."

The brunet sighed and downed the content of his glass slowly. Somehow I felt like that sigh was hiding everything… yet nothing.

Who was this dude?

“B-By the way, I'm Matt Newcastle." I offered a hand and he grasped it moments later, joining for the handshake.

“Minos."

No surname, how… odd. Primes still had surnames, Diana and Randal being the best example for the case. I wonder what's up with this guy…

“So you are one of the newest farmhands, lad?" The manager asked out of curiosity. “Pray tell, where are you working exactly, there just so many places one could find work nowadays."

I blinked, sipping from my glass. “Oh, I work at Las Lindas."

Suddenly the saloon seemed to freeze in time as most of the people there ceased with their activity to stare directly at me. Once more I was regretting answering people's questions.

“So you work for that fiery gal Diana?" There was a fond smile on the elder's face. “That woman is one of the greatest hard-workers I've seen around. A pity she fell ill a few months ago- by the way, how is she?"

“She looked… fine this morning." I frowned at the sad voice in which the bartender addressed the sickness afflicting the owner of the farm.

“That's good news then and- oh sorry." He nodded apologetically at Minos. “I forgot you wished to talk to him-"

“No need to apologize." The man answered with a polite tone. “I think the topics were interesting and… so you work on a farm?"

“I will start today once I'm back there." I nodded. “Do you-"

“I planned to spend my stay here to rest actually, I've not considered picking a job." He interrupted calmly and nodding my way.

I blinked at his explanation. “You have to be rich enough to allow yourself to just… rest here. Life expenses are still… expenses." I said with a curious tone.

“A friend has offered a convenient place with comfortable prices and offering two months of free stay." He continued and I whistled a little.

“Has to be a very good friend to give you this much," I commented a little shocked. “Quite close to."

He nodded. “She is very stubborn and annoying, but she is quite a good person."

I nodded once more and finished the drink and some stupid realization finally manifested.

Oh God, I forgot about Randal!

Panicking just a little, I pushed the glass out of my hands and back to the counter.

“I enjoyed this nice talk, Minos, but sadly I've to go-"

“Don't worry, I understand that with a job you have little free time." I smiled a little at his understanding comment, then I proceed stood up from my stool and move towards the entrance.

But before I could push the small doors open, I was stopped by a soft hand grasping my shoulder.

“A-Actually sir, I think I've to apologize." I turned to see the bunny waitress bowing her head a little. “I should've been more careful and-"

“Look, as I said before, it's fine. Just… next time keep an eye open to avoid possible tripping."

“U-understood and-." She sighed, her green eyes gaining a determined glint as she stared right into mines. “I-I'm Taffy."

I frowned, a little confused by the sudden introduction, but still managed a little smile. “Matt, Matt Newcastle."

Her smile increased and I nodded, waving as I left the bar and found myself staring at a very annoyed, possibly angry Randal Hawthorne. Brown eyes narrowed on me, I could see the hurt in those and I flinched.

“I got-"

“We are going to the farm." I flinched again at the calm tone and I knew I messed up big time.

The walk back home was… awkwardly silent. I preferred to not tempt my fate with how furious the Dog Prime looked and thus I spent the whole moment looking around at the various trees and… trees.

Greeting his mother as we reached the porch, Randal entered the house in a hurry, causing Diana to look at me accusingly. I looked at the floor and… approached her slowly as I knew that a lecture was now unavoidable.

I was truthful while narrating how the shopping went and how things ended up escalating. She looked annoyed, not truly that much angry, but she still deemed it right to have my cheeks pinched painfully and mercilessly.

Five minutes of constant pinching passed and I was given a simple order.

Plant some seed and pick the fruits that were ripe for the harvest. She handed over a small notebook with some notes and returned inside, leaving me alone in the vastness of this farm.

I sighed, mind weighed by guilt as I picked a hoe and started to walk towards the empty area where the cabbages were growing, my intention being of planting two new lines of cabbages.

And with that my first day of work at Las Lindas begin, a silent but well-done job that did nothing to soothe the little issue between me and Randal.

After seven hours of strenuous labor, I accepted dinner without hesitation. Night came and I was left alone in the floor as the legitimate owner of the room picked the bed for this 'occasion', I found sleep easier than usual, maybe for tiredness at the new work or… maybe I just wanted to sleep and do nothing else.

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AN

First day is done. I had to go through the draft several times, trying to get a clean job done and… I'm happy with what I got. Hopefully this isn't something limited to me.

Quick Explanation over the year I picked and the timeline: Picking the proper year that could best represent the closest to the beginning of the series proved to be… difficult. I started by taking into account Ambar's history lesson about the Primes, how the Final War began during Humanity's Age of Curiosity (LL104) and that the Unification and creation of Neo-Earth happened before anyone at the Farm was even born (LL514). Considering that with 'Age of Curiosity' Ambar was possibily Mankind's Space Race and that the oldest being at the farm is Randal (33YO), I can only assume that it's been forty years ca. since the unification and thus (1969+40~) I can say that it is 2007 ca. when Las Lindas begins.
EDIT: Just found that there is another data that I had forgotten about in the first re-read of… everything. Mora says while answering a question regarding her Southern Cross that her Great-Grandfather was one of the first Primes to reach Neo Earth… over two hundreds years ago. Thus I decided to set for 2217 ca.