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When he tells you why he enlisted, he will say one of many versions. It depends on what he thinks you want to hear. Most coincide though he may not realize it; that he feared for his life, and that Project Minerva was a miraculous window in a series of closed doors. Does it matter? In any case, he’s happy now -he’s good at what he does, he’s nice to people, and people think he’s nice too. For him, as for many, it’s a second opportunity, if they know how to seize it. Besides, he likes space.

There’s no one to blame for the decisions he took as a boy. Not his absent parents, nor his friends –though they did lure him in with promises of cheap drinks and easy money. The cars and devices they stole he learned to fix and take apart, just like toys, except bigger. His enthusiasm was rarely taken seriously, though tolerated only because it proved harmless and never intervened in the group’s plans. Whatever those were, anyway.

They grew in numbers and influence, and Isaac was no longer a teenager but a young man who dreamed of inventions and technology (even when they told him to leave that to the white kids, Isaac. You got a job here, and you must be grateful for that). So he had, until he met engineer Mara Gutierrez after stealing her equipment. He’d always found it funny how she promised she wasn’t angry. Rather, impressed, and she promised she would mentor and help him get the life he deserved. Isaac loved her.    

Those he once called friends refused to let him go. They chased after him; after Mara, who died in an ’accident’, that’s what they called it. So when someone says there’s room for people like you in a ship, up in space, and you are an engineer in all but name, the answer seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it? To the world, he is Isaac Moreno, a simple man with enough muscles and brain to maintain some order, when needed. Someone who’s never regretted, and who made all the right decisions to end up where he is now.

Upon seeing him, you’d think the man was born with a bright smile on his face, and anything else would look weird and wrong. He’s chatty, open to criticism and willing to lend an ear, if you need any help. He has always been hard-working, though this often leads to isolation -it’s okay, give him good food and he’ll snap out of it. Though displaying sincere emotions may be a virtue at times, this also results in him being blunt and tactless, mostly towards figures of authority.