The Tellus JournalsMature

I was recruited to help colonize Tellus, an Earth like planet in another universe. This is my journal, chronicling my recruitment, preparation, and my adventures upon arrival. It is my hope that my fellow recruits will post their journals here as well. It is my hope that someday, someone from Earth will read these and know our fate.

Day One

The conference room was small, and well air conditioned. Summer had officially arrived in Texas.  With the temparture well over the 90 degree mark, I was thankful for the midday reprieve.I found my seat, number forty-seven of fifty. Relieved to be near the back, I sat down and glanced through the brochure I had been given. Vague about the details of the seminar, I put it down and observed my fellow attendees.

 Most looked to be like me, in their mid thirties, with a few 20 somethings scattered in. A couple could have been past forty, but it was hard to tell.  I've never been good at guessing ages. An equal mixture of men and women, from different income brackets, and different ethnic backgrounds. I wondered if  most were here mainly for the complimentary buffet, or like me, simply bored.

Free food is hard to pass up, but I have to admit, I was there mostly out of curiosity.I had met Mr Cyrus Pettyjohn in the supermarket, during one of my couponing trips. My cart  piled high and overflowing, I had not seen him standing in front of the day old baked goods rack as I went to find my Paula Deen gooey bar fix.A plastic hand basket flying through the air was my first clue I had hit someone.

"I am so sorry," I said as I rounded the cart and offered him a hand. 

"It's quite alright, young lady. I am unharmed." Dressed in a three piece suit and bow tie, he straightened his bowler hat and smiled. With his English accent, I figured he was the Canfields new butler.  I saw him eyeing the contents of my buggy.

Most of what I buy using coupons goes to the local women's shelter, or the food bank. I don't have a lot of extra money, but I do have extra time, and couponing is my way of helping out the community.  And really, who needs 30 extra bottles of ketchup sitting in the pantry? I can't pass up a bargain though, and if I can get it for free? There are worse things I could be doing in my spare time.Like virtual farming.

"You must have quite a large family to require the purchase of such quantities." His eyes lit on the fifteen boxes of tampons. I could feel my face turning red.

"Double coupons today. I probably have some for what you are buying." I reached for my binder to distract him.

"I saw a program about extreme couponing on the telly. Are you a Doomsday Prepper also?"

" I just enjoy bargain hunting.I have nothing against preppers, but I don't have the room to stockpile supplies on that scale." I didn't tell him my friend Ellie had assured me a place in her bunker. 

"I see." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card. " My company is offering a unique opportunity to select individuals such as yourself. Your talents are just the thing we are looking for. If you are interested, please be at this address tomorrow at noon." He handed me the card, and with a smile, turned and walked away.

My talent? Well, I guess getting groceries for free could be considered a talent. Sticking the card in my pocket., I promptly forgot about it till this morning. I found it again as I was doing laundry, and noticed the voucher for the free buffet printed on the back. It was almost lunch time, I was starving, and really, what else did I have to do?

So here I sit, with 49 other people, waiting to find out what this "unique opportunity" might be. All I can say is, it better not be one of those timeshare things.

The End

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