Artemis Fowl

I've forgotten where I am. Butler is not here to protect me--I've established this. I must be more careful in the future.

I spent much of the last few days with my assigned laptop, attempting to garner some insight into this place. I am perturbed at my lack of success--I have never come in contact with equipment sophisticated enough to prevent my superior skills.

Butler is not here. Foaly is not here. Holly is not here. For the first time, I must do this alone. Rest assured, though--I will. I refuse to carry the name 'Fowl' with cowardice.

I've been assigned an adult? How insulting.

Washu, I can quite assure you, I take care of myself.

[PRIVATE-hackable]

I have searched everywhere I could think of. I initially went to the Gym, thinking it the most likely place for her to go. She wasn't there.

No one is here. I would be beside myself even to see Opal Koboi--just for the sake of familiarity.

I have deduced that The People have any inhuman powers stripped from them. How is this possible? How large is the scope of power in this infernal place? It seems as though Holly would not be able to help me even if she were here.

I am on my own. I know what I must do--I must gain contacts and allies here and formulate a plan, but with every passing day, my resolve weakens. I have had no attempts on my life, nor am I in supreme discomfort. Whoever is in charge here seems content to let the inmates go about their business.

Nothing is as it seems. Yet without Holly or Butler, how can I begin to imagine I could uncover the secrets of this place?

[/PRIVATE]

It was with apprehension that I entered my apartment this morning. I imagine Butler would be pleased in the face of my cautionary procedures. My assigned area seems secure--perhaps I am not a prisoner here, as I initially expected. All the same, I shall remain here a while longer. I need to research this facility.

They have told me, and presumably the rest of the inmates here, that we have been drafted into the Third Extradimensional Peace Corp. I find this situation unlikely--I have avoided many potential scrapes because I am a minor, and it seems suspicious at best that a 15 year old would be drafted and transported without warning. I have reason to believe that this place is something more, but continued investigation is the only way to confirm my hypothesis.

I am wondering if the head of this community has access to fairie mind wipe technology? My last cohesive memory was of teaching Myles and Beckett how to write sheet music--I myself have been involved in the project of writing a possible ending to Beethoven's unfinished symphony--and then I was being  photographed for identification purposes. I thought my memory to be safe once, but the events passed a year ago make me wonder what else has been removed from my experiences? If my head was knocked, I would have remembered a struggle, and I cannot think of any other way I could lose what could have been years.

It could have also been minutes, though. I have no knowledge of this.

My only hope of leaving this place immediately is if Holly is here. She would not stand captivity for a second, I know. Butler would be an asset to an escape as well, but on my own, I will have to observe for months, possibly. At least until I know what this place is capable of.

I see that I must leave to find familiar faces. I cannot be the only one here. I refuse to entertain the thought.

My identity has been reassigned. 2AS28@city.net