I’m Kurt Lambda.
Dalia doesn’t know I’m writing this; it is my one secret. I think my story is important, but she thinks I should stay off-the-grid.
Dr. Jhertzen once told me that perceptions skew reality and memories create a fantasy-world that incorporates portions of the truth, but our minds modify events to more closely resemble how we would have liked the events to have occurred, thereby placing us in a more exalted milieu.
(Dr. Jhertzen lied about a great many things, but I don’t think that was one of them)
My crèche was more varied than most — at least that’s what I gather from talking to others (mainly Jessie, a Beta, and the most altruistic being I’ve ever met). We had members of most groups from Beta to Mu. I was the only Lambda; apparently, we were almost as fragile as the Alpha constructs.
We were raised in a sterile, controlled environment, and the outside world was a frightening experience when I first escaped into it.
I was sure the yawning heavens would suck me into the blue oblivion and I thought the swaying trees and burgeoning traffic were monsters, and the noises of the city were shrieks, groans, howls, and digestive rumblings. I was frozen with fear, but Jessie’s conviction pushed me with the strength of love.
After reviewing what I’ve written, I realize I’ve gotten too muddled; conversely, I’ve mentioned enough to convey what I’d hoped. A fair start, all things considered.