Mateo Holt

I'm curious, what happens here when one of the operatives die? Does Project Stargate own its own cemetery or are corpses cremated? Are they just left in the morgue? Or do we go further than that to conceal our tracks like burying them in public land in unmarked graves or in grave sites before the real occupant is finally laid to rest? I'd like to know what lies in my future.

This past mission was my first mission (in a way) even if I've already done a little freelance work before this. It went well surprisingly enough. I had some doubts given the members of my team but miraculously it all worked out.

I drew this about five weeks ago. I guess it wouldn't have made much of a difference though. Reliable warnings are hardly ever heeded.

Miss Team Leader, I have something for you.

So last weekend Elisabet and I sojourned in New York City to ascertain how we too could become psychic per instruction of Mr. Harrison Price. Needless to say, the whole event was a mockery of common sense and public decency. He seems to feed off of people's ill begotten desires to be onliest and relevant and makes an outrageous amount of money off of it at the same time. He has a silver tongue, I'll give him that, and he knows how to work a crowd. Still, there were protesters there since the speech was in New York City, a little over a month since the attack there, and a riot nearly broke out. Finn drove us, I think it was because he wanted to attempt to liquidate Mr. Price. He miscarried.

Speaking of you, Finn, I drew a picture pertaining to your person last night. You might want to say indoors tomorrow because it was definitely Valentine's day and you were definitely dead. How romantic. I've been drawing a lot of weird things lately. At first I thought all of this training was a waste of time but maybe there was some merit behind it after all.

I read in a copy of USA Today that next weekend in New York City a man named Price will be holding a conference on unleashing your psychic ability. Apparently, according to Mr. Price, all humans have psychic potential and they just need to learn how to use this ability for there benefit. He's also making an appearance on The Today Show and The View to talk about his new book. I've never heard of this person before but apparently he spends a lot of time on day time television and airs his programs between the hours of two and three in the morning?

Obviously not every norm out there has hidden psychic potential and the man is only out for money but I'd like to go. Is that sort of thing allowed? O has already kindly offered to drive me there but I think this is the sort of thing that would be more fun with others. Would anyone else care to join us? Elisabet? How about you?

I've signed up to take a GED exam which is only fitting. I would have graduated from Montgomery-Blair a lot earlier if they didn't insist on holding me back and keeping me there for a whole four years. After that I believe I'll take my driving exam. I won't fail the first two times like Keegan did either.

It's ridiculously difficult to obtain a GED when you are under the age of eighteen in New Hampshire. I've been looking into it after my last journal entry but stopped reading the page of requirements before I reached the end. I am ready to pass my GED since it seems once you're enrolled in the Project you don't have a chance to attend an actual academic program making it my only option. I can't say I mind the lack of a school too terribly as I doubt they'd be up to my speed and that psychic school is out of the question, but it's frustrating to technically be a drop out. I'm much better than that, you see, and I loathe quitting and failure equally. I suppose, however, for the moment I'm stuck with either following New Hampshire statutes or waiting another two birthdays.

I don't suppose there is any way to circumvent the law? Not even with a building full of psychics?

Also, I've been informed, once my clearance level has been bumped up to 2 I'll be joining the Junior team. Who exactly is on the Junior team?

Customarily, I loathe the internet. It is abundant only with inane,nonsensical, unreliable and ninety percent fictitious drivel. This, however, was at least a good use of forth-three of my seconds. Well, I suppose if I am obligated to be veracious, I will confide the first thirty-seven seconds I wish I could reclaim but the remaining six make it extremely rumunerative.

I have a question, I'll be sure to put it plainly for you. How many Stargate members have graduated from high school, have obtained some other equivalency, or plan to?

The capaciousness of this facility has been greatly exaggerated. It isn't really that arduous to navigate if you have even an elementary sense of direction. Whoever attempted to con me by informing me there was a swimming pool on the roof, your plan fell flat and I didn't even attempt to hunt for it.

My name is Mateo Holt for those of you I have yet to encounter and apparently there are many more of you than I had anticipated. I am one of those 'mysterious' new people that Finn brought here to the building a little while ago. In order to curtail any questions you may have about me preemptively, I've decided to provide an introduction.

I am an Automatic Artist. Before flying here I lived in Silver Spring Maryland and attended Montgomery Blair Highschool. The feeb individual I arrived with is unfortunately my brother Keegan who rode my shirttails the whole way here. Anything he says should be taken with a grain of salt as he is a habitual liar to the point where his many psychologists have insisted it is a disease that cannot be cured, only managed. He is also an electrokinetic. So was our mother. I believe that's everything, isn't it?

( Anything you can do I can do better )