​Stardate 04202017.1

Today I became employed. The circumstances of this employment are rather odd, but I am going to continue on this course for the time being, simply because it is the most interesting.

I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself, but I'm still very much in the moment and haven't fully processed the events of yesterday and today.

On a side note, today is a holiday called 420. April 20th, but apparently it is a reference to smoking cannabis. I forgot that humans were grappling with natural medicine versus synthetic medicine. Thank goodness we find a way out of this medieval kind of thinking that is prevalent in this time. Do you know that cancer and diabetes are uncured and so is HIV?  

I wish I had an advanced knowledge of our medical practices, I would certainly want to influence humanity just a little, to ease the suffering I see occurring.

I tried some Marijuana today after work to honer the local customs and appear as native as possible and it was a delightful experience. We have much more potent recreational experiences in our time but it was on par with some of the highs you can achieve from focused meditation. I don't mind it, it was rather close to the effects one receives from drinking.

Captain, yesterday I received a letter in the mail, it simply said, Westlake Park, 4 p.m. I have made no acquaintances outside of a few homeless people who I help from time to time, but as I can recall they aren't aware of my address.

I am following the time travel protocol to the best of my knowledge, yet somehow someone knows of my existence and has asked me to rendezvous at a specific location and at a specific time. I took the note with some hope that perhaps an away team member would be waiting to extract me. That didn't end up being the case, but the results are interesting enough to note anyhow.

I remember our conversation in ten-forward when I first came aboard, how you conveyed your experiences under Captain Picard where you had to marry training and knowledge of Starfleet regulation with your own "Gut" feelings. I took this conversation to heart and it is a natural notion after all.

I arrived at the location and it was familiar and typical. I assumed I would be identified and or approached but after 30 minutes nothing presented itself, then 45 minutes, an hour and then finally two hours, and nothing.

I decided that it was enough time, surely I waited long enough. The park, which is mostly made of stone and concrete, was emptying out and so I decided to walk home and submit this incident as an unsolved mystery.

Then, to my surprise, the Starfleet emblem was clearly drawn on a light pole. It was crude but rather clear. There was an arrow under it and taped to the lightest was en envelope. I was utterly surprised that no one else had noticed it or took interest in it, and I looked around to see if I was being watched.

When I opened the envelope there were all kinds of papers, I took them home and discovered that someone had gone to great lengths to secure for me an identity and an apparently legitimate one.

I was born on 10 February, 1978. I grew up in riverside Iowa, I was pleased to understand the irony of this choice. I had a social security number, a bank account with one hundred thousand dollars, a record of residence, parents, and education and even a work history that somehow suited my skillsets and education focus.

I decided that the unexpected thing to do here was to accept this offer or gift. It doesn't seem to come with a price but I suppose if there is one it will present itself soon.

So this is how I then came into my job. I used these credentials to get a job at the coffee shop downstairs. I start on Monday, four days from now. I don't have enough information to even have a gut notion at this time as to what is happening but I'm hoping that somehow, writing these log entires is helping me. I, like many of us have heard rumors that there are time travelers that work to preserve some kind of timeline or history from their perspectives. I cannot help but suspect that I am the beneficiary of this plan as it were, somehow someone is aware of who I actually am and is aiding me. I hope to find out more but in the meantime it is a huge boost toward my survival and ultimate reunion with my time and place in the universe.