about me

I was born in 1890 in the East End of London and died at the second battle of Krithia at Gallipoli in 1915. Far fetched you might think, but true. I’d show a picture of myself, but I haven’t got one, so ‘the sock’ (as Fran Macilvey calls it), will have to do.

I grew up in the East End, worked there, took advantage of a government scheme and learnt how to farm (it took a week!!), and then left for Australia. I easily got work on a giant of a farm in Queensland, and was doing ok until the Great War started. The last image I have of my life was seeing the carnage and pain as I floated away from the battlefield to where I am now; nowhere. I’ve been alone in nowhere ever since, until that is, I was joined by Jack Painter and Rory Mitchell. They told me their story… and about her. And then they left.

I can see the past, the present and the future, and I desperately need to warn you of what is to come… But I can’t. I can tell you the past and I can tell you the present, but every time I want to tell you about what’s to come, the future key doesn’t work. I know I’m not making much sense, but bear with me.

I understand now that I’ve been left here in nowhere for a purpose; to warn you. When I discovered that I could communicate with you through Authonomy, the first thing I wanted was to tell you my story, but alas, a much more important one has to be told. The story of Jennifer Emmerich. She has no name now, but if you read her story, some of you might recognise her and stop her from… Damn, that key won’t work. Help me. Help humanity. Stop her. Read her story and pass on the message. I reiterate; somehow you must stop her.

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