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Player Name: Pana
Characters Played: Jesse Pinkman |

hostage

Name of your now-dead NPC: Maggie Salisbury
Memoir:

<div align="justify"><blockquote><font face="IM Fell Great Primer, courier new, courier, serif">My daughter gave birth three months ago. It's a mixed blessing, isn't it? One wants life to go on. What is all of it for, if not for our children and grandchildren? And yet I felt a heavy sadness the day my granddaughter was born. In my heart of hearts, I'd prayed that she would come into a world better than this. Despite my entire life's work, despite all of our efforts here, little has changed for my children. The threat has been looming for as long as any of us can remember.

And now I have truly failed them. Soon they will all be dead, having lived entire lives in this grey and poisoned place, and I never did manage to bring them the sunlight that I promised. They never knew, of course, what sort of work their mum was up to all these years. I hoped, foolishly, to make the revelation the day our Transports succeeded in their mission to dismantle the United Earth. But the day never came and tomorrow we die.

I asked my daughter to visit with me today and to bring Daisy, my granddaughter. I managed not to weep as I held that child in my arms. Her last day on Earth. As much as I would not have wished her to know it as it is now, I can't help but feel that it would be better than not knowing life at all. Despite all of the sadness, I do not regret that she was born. I only regret how little there was. How little the world held for her and now how little time is left in it for her.

Time. That is a funny thing, isn't it? We know the physics of it, know that it stretches endlessly in this direction and that, and we have even learned to bend it in our favor. But we cannot simply grant it. We cannot, as the dinosaur's prayer goes, say, 'Just a little more time.' We mortals can only give life to one another, and when it is snatched away from us, time goes on and on without us. Over billions of years, thousands of generations of ancestors passed their life on to us, and there the whole effort ends with our little Daisy. A flash and it's over.

Was it worth it? Living, working… I think I should have spent that time with my daughter. It would have been the safer gamble. Here we've managed to harness all the time in the world, thanks to our Transporter. All the time in the universe but we lose our lives. Yet I do have a prayer. A different one. It goes, 'Just another chance at life.' It is something that our otherworldly travelers can surely grant us, I believe that without a doubt. It is something that a person can do for another person. The evidence is there.</font></blockquote></div>

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