Log 1I woke up today with no memory. Yeah, I know how to write and how to read. I know how to speak and how to walk. I have basic knowledge of human life. But other than that, I have no idea of anything. What year is it? Where am I? How did I get here? Why do I have no memory? And the question that I’ve thought about most: Who am I? I don’t know anything about myself. Not even my name. I don’t even know my name!Log 2I have returned from searching the planet. First, allow me to describe all that I learned about this place. For future references, I will call this mysterious place Tenbrarius. I don’t know why, the name just speaks to me. So, I’ll tell you what I remember. I woke up this morning (was it even morning?), face down, lying on the ground. So I open my eyes and look around. The landscape looks like its mostly a deep rich blue, and a light, pale purple. The sky is very bright pink, almost like a magenta, and the thin, wispy clouds are gold. I do see some trees and bushes, and I see fruit growing. Other than that, I do not see any other forms of life. So, looking around, staring at the odd landscape I see this journal and an arrangement of pens and pencils. Thus, I begin to write.Log 3I’ve been in this place for about a day. Well, at least I think it was a day. I have no idea how time passes on Teneb. There’s not much else to say right now. I know that eventually, I will get hungry, so I’m off to find some food. Log 4I found these delicious berries growing on some purple tees. Yep, you read that correctly. Purple trees. And the bushes are blue. The landscape is so beautiful, and I’ve found some corn stalks (well, I think they are corn stalks, they are green). It also rains silver here, it’s so breathtaking, especially seeing it for the first time. The food is edible, or at least, I haven’t died from it. The water is also drinkable. The berries taste absolutely fabulous, I can’t get enough of them. They taste like a mix of sweet and savory, and different colors all have different flavors. I still don’t know who I am, or where I came from, but so far, I think I’ll be able to survive here on Tenebrarius.Log 5I am really loving life on Teneb so far. It really is so wonderful. The food is scrumptious, the weather is just right. It’s like living in nature, but with the comfort and warmth of being at home. Teneb is the best!- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – -136 logs later. . . – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – -Log 141Teneb has been great. Life here is really relaxing. I like wandering around, weaving purple bowls from leaves. I like lying down, looking at the sky. But maybe, just maybe, there are other humans. This is one thing I wonder about all the time. Is there any other human life out there?Log 142I found a shoe. I was walking around Tenebrarius and there it was. I’m sure it wasn’t there before. It’s right beside the berries, and I’ve been there plenty of times. You know what this means. This means… there must be some other human life. Somewhere. And I’m going to find it.Log 143This is my plan: I’m going to weave a giant bowl out of these strong leaves that I found. Then, I will get a big stick and… Okay, I have no plan. I have no idea of what I’m going to do. But what I do know – I’m going to do it.Log 144After 3 hours (6 hours? 12 hours? A day?) of thinking, I still have no idea of what I will do. None. Zero. Zilch, zip, nada. Take your pick.Log 145I should probably describe the shoe for you. It’s a very odd looking shoe. For one thing, it’s a dark, bright purple. You could think of it as the color of grapes. Got that? Okay, it looks like a loafer, but it has velcro straps that are an eye-popping orange. The soles are pure black, a color I haven’t seen in a long time? Ever? This is very annoying not knowing anything. Log 146What? Another shoe? In the same place? It is a different shoe than before, though. It’s a sandal. A normal, brown sandal. Why is there another shoe? Why don’t they match? Where did they come from? Is there actually other human life? So many questions, no answers. Log 147Another shoe has appeared. This time it is a plain, baby blue running shoe. I’ve decided to sleep there tonight, try and see where the shoes come from.Log 148There’s nothing. Nothing is appearing. No shoes. After waiting here, wishing, waiting to see something, there’s still nothing appearing.Log 149I woke up, and there they were. The shoes. I didn’t get to see them arrive. And there’s more. There’s a big pile, a huge pile. Lots of kinds, colors, sizes. Sandals, slippers, running shoes, snow boots, flip-flops. Red, orange, brown, white. Left, right, left, right. All different.Log 150More. There’s more. They keep coming. More and more and more. There’s a mammoth-sized pile of them. It keeps growing. Keeps getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger.Log 151There’s too many! I’m worried that this isn’t good for the environment. The trees might not grow fruit, the plants might not grow. My only source of food will be gone. The shoes will keep coming, and they won’t decompose. They will fill up the world!Log 152I’m in a room. I don’t know how I got here. It’s all beige. The walls are beige, the floor is beige. And there’s no one here. Just me, the journal, and the pencil. Log 153I’ve found a note. I was walking around in the room, and there it was. I will write it down in here. ‘To anyone who might find this: I know you don’t have any memory. I know you must be very confused. Believe me, I know. I’ve been through that too. I will arrive shortly and explain everything to you. All I ask is that you don’t go outside. DO NOT go outside.’ Yep, that’s it. That is all it said. Mysterious, right? I wonder why they said not to go outside. I’m so tempted to. So very tempted. But I am not going to.Log 154So the note-writer arrived and introduced herself. Her name is Rebecca. She has pale skin, and long black hair pulled up into a tight bun. She just appeared in the room (no idea how), grabbed hold of my arm, closed her eyes, and then… I don’t know. It felt really cool, whatever it was. I think we teleported… I actually teleported! But how?Log 155We ended up in what looked like a science lab. Everything was white. The chairs, the tables, the walls were all white. She brought me into a room, which she told me was my room. She told me to put my things away, and she’d be in my room in 15 minutes to answer my questions.Log 156This is what I learned: My name is Jamie. I was put in Teneb as part of a test. This is something that everybody, at the age of 18 does. Having no memory is part of the procedure. Basically, they put me (and everyone else) in separate man-made worlds. Just me, a journal, and a pencil. Rebecca said she would tell me why they do this and let me see outside after they do some tests.Log 157I walked into this room, and they literally scanned me with this blue light! It was neat. The result: I have a superpower! Everyone has one. The test is the only way to find out what it is. That’s how I teleported. Cool, right? So my superpower is *drumroll please*… I can create, destroy, and manipulate garbage to my willing! And that’s how the shoes got there. Apparently, when you don’t control it, you start doing weird things (so for me it was making shoes). It also takes away energy, especially when you aren’t trained. And, now, I get to go outside! Yipee! Super excited! I can see it in my mind. The bright green grass, the cyan blue sky with fluffy white clouds floating around! So beautiful! Can’t wait!Log 158The world . . . The earth . . . It’s all . . . Not how I pictured it . . . The grass is yellow, there’s litter everywhere . . . The sky is an ugly grey . . . It’s so . . . Unhealthy . . . I need to do something . . . I can’t stand seeing it like that . . . So . . . Disgusting . . . I need to do something . . . I will do something. I can control garbage. I’ll take it all, compact it into one tiny piece, and then destroy it. Then the trees, the bushes, and the grass can grow. I will make a difference. I’ll go ask Rebecca about it now.Log 159So, as it turns out, it is possible. She has her doubts, but I believe I can do it. And this is just what they’ve been waiting for. The only problem – with all the trash there is, it will take a lot of energy. Enough energy to kill me. And it will kill me, no doubt about that. But I think I can do it in time. And it’s what I think that matters. This is my last log. So for the last time . . . Goodbye.