- Generation 8, third child of Harley & Darin Pigglewiggle
- Mean – Genius – Geek – Quick Learner – (Socially & Physically Gifted)
- Aspiration: Nerd Brain
I knew early on that there was only one way to survive in this family. In this family you have to be fast. You have to be smart. You have to be ready first. Otherwise they’ll get you. When Bane comes up to you early in the morning it’s best to have at least twelve comebacks for the breakfast conversation. The more esoteric the better.
Some may think we are being mean and petty to each other. That we actually intend to hurt each other, that we dislike each other. And I’m not saying that we don’t get hurt. But it’s more of a game. If you can stay on top, get the last word in, and not get hurt – you win.
I quickly moved beyond the infantile jeering and llama insults. To be honest, harsh words are habit now. I’m not one of those wiz kids, but I read a lot. Mathematics, physics, biology, fiction. Anything I can get my hands on.
But reading required stillness. So after a couple chapters I’m ready to jump out of my chair and run around a bit. I took up woodworking. That requires a creative genius of it’s own. To see a piece of wood as a whole and then carefully chip away just enough to reveal what you saw inside. Plus no one bothers me out here.
Uncle Michel was one of those wiz kids and when he decided to quit his culinary job to work as an astronaut and we played many games of chess to help improve his logic. As an opponent, he was a challenge. Half the time I wasn’t sure if he had a strategy or not.
He move his pieces carelessly and without effort or (apparently) much though. Often placing pieces in bizarre locations that seemed to make no sense at all. But he won as often as he lost and I’m quite a good player.
Although Uncle Michel was planning to go the “legit” route space, visiting the stars via the government run SASA (Sims Aeronautics Space Agency), I wanted to be there sooner. Why wait when we have two perfectly good rockets siting in the backyard?
Sure if you’re not trained, you have to be a genius to run those ship and not kill yourself. Lucky I’m a genius, right?
Uncle Michel says that my great grandmother Dylan was an astronaut, well-know for reuniting several lost sims colonies with our own world as well as for being a genuine heroine. And although she was gifted with a fine ship at the end of her career, all her own explorations were all done with a tiny rust bucket. Although a rust bucket was tuned up and upgraded fully. I’ve named it The Zimmerman.
Soon after Bane created his cowplant mastery, I took my first flight.
Most days I can get to space twice in a single day. Nothing major, visiting small planets, helping out stranded communities. Watching the stars. Space is filled with mystery. More mystery than this world does – as strange and wonderful it is. But space, space has billions of worlds just as complex and strange and wonderful as this one.
I find cool stuff out there too to go in our mini-museum. So far I’ve brought back a small pink space rock and a weird plant. Bane seemed pretty happy to see that – said it completed his collection, or something.
In space I am alone, I don’t have to juggle the expectations of my family or deal with the tension of figuring out how to deal with people. When you meet folks in space, they don’t care if you are or aren’t part of a legacy or if you’re a little rude. They’re just happy to see someone who they haven’t seen everyday for the last six months.
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