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Week two flew by in a breeze. Aurora developed full blown plantsim-itis on the day she returned from college week one. I'm still abusing the dragons, but they won't factor into the 'story' such as it is.

I should note that despite references otherwise, I'm just being lazy and not changing my uni seasons on an easy start, since they'll be restricted to full snow anyway soon enough. So essentially it's during the end of the world, I guess, before launch day arrives and she blasts off full-time into space.

I pushed through the last two weeks as quickly as I could, leveling science and printing plasma bugs, like y'do. I didn't focus so much on making money, so I topped it out at $211k even, more than adequate to build everything I could ever possibly want. Or, well, I thought so. It turns out that I wasn't able to build everything I wanted, but I was able to build four levels (including the carport/car), along the same lines as my last house.

So the final tally of things that Aurora did in college:

Skills:

10 Charisma
10 Gardening
10 Science
5 Handiness
10 Logic
10 Social Networking

Traits:

Lucky (Graduation Trait)
Bookworm (Nerd Social Group Trait)
Workaholic
Charismatic
Inappropriate
Ambitious
Genius

Lifetime Rewards:

Multi-tasker
Fast Learner
Dirt Defiant
Bookshop Bargainer
Observant
Simmunity
Inappropriate but in a Good Way
Office Hero

Misc. :

3 Skill Challenges (Charisma: everyone's best friend, super friendly, celebrity)

1 LTW (Perfect Student)

Ending Simoleans: $21,100

Oh and she maxed Nerd Influence but since I'm not going for that career ... who's really counting anyway?

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They tell me the ... the foliage is harmless, that I am still the same person I always was, but my skin crawls when I look in the mirror. This isn't right.

They tell me also that there isn't a cure for this - and really, why wouldn't I just love the idea of being a ... a plant!

It's for the better, they insist. I don't feel any stronger, and if I'm smarter it certainly has nothing to do with being ready to set down roots in a pot of dirt!

It has a few small perks. I don't seem to need anything more than the wan sunlight we see for sustenance, and I don't need to void my bowels - do I even have internal organs anymore? - since I never eat.

There is one other unsettling thing: people seem to ... just ... like me more. Why is no one else as freaked out about this as I am?

Right, because it isn't their body that was disfigured.

They say I'm ready now, that it's time.

In my mind I see it as a frozen tomb, the cryo-pod that will keep me alive for the centuries the trip to the far-away moon will take. It's another planet - a warmer planet, they say, but the planet itself is inhospitable. So we'll land on its moon and colonize that.

They'll let me keep the journal. It's the last record we will have of the old world when the rocket takes off.