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The Gardner File - Part 7Interview with Michael Stoker and Alistair Cook (Audio Transcript)
JESSICA: This is August 8, I think 2084 First off, I want to thank you both for agreeing to this interview.
MICHAEL: No problem.
ALISTAIR: I believe you to be an honorable person, worthy of my trust. All I want is for the truth to be accurately recorded for posterity.
JESSICA: Well, thank you anyway. It's quite a privilege. Why don't you introduce yourselves for the record?
ALISTAIR: I am Alistair Cook, pureblood son of the honorable Sir Elrick Cook, born in the year of our lord 1632.
MICHAEL: Um, my name is Michael Stoker And I've been a vampire since 1977.
JESSICA: As regrettable as the circumstances were, I've already discussed most of the scientific aspects of vampirism with Michael here, so I suppose the first issue to address is one of society
The Gardner File - Part 6Excerpt from the diary of Jessica Motier
July 20, 2084
This is insane I can't believe the chaos this whole thing is causing. I only just today got enough free time to write anything in here And the news reports! They blew up my lab! And claiming Michael did it and kidnapped me? I can bet I know who's in charge of this Dear old dad never did take well to betrayal.
Speaking of which Michael was less than pleased when he found out who my dad is. I'm sure most of that is because we now have the entire Imperial military on our tails, but I suppose I could have warned him At least now I know Michael's last name. I asked him as we were leaving the laboratory; I thought it was worth finding out, seeing as I had just thrown away my career to help him. It's Stoker. Michael Stoker. He noted the irony after I questioned him, "as in Bram Stoker?"
"Yes No relation to the author or his subject."
At any rate, I think we're safe for now. I eit
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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