Ancient Data Scraps II

Hey it's me again, time for another journal fragment from the life of some long forgotten queen. I'm not going to doctor all of them up to look funky since that took almost as long to do as write the actual piece itself. Anyways, here we go.

This data stick looks very similar to the previous one, though it has been confirmed that much more data can be extracted. Such will take a great deal of time since it is heavily encoded with an evolving triple encryption algorithm, but here is the first entry that has been properly pieced together. We hope.

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It's been six months since the coronation, since what I thought was the most awkward day of my life. Millions upon millions of people all watching, all cheering, all expecting wonderful things, and all treating me as if I am nearly some kind of goddess. But I'm nothing special, and I told them as much during my inaugural speech. The only thing that makes me different from any of them is being born in the right family, and living at the right time. Some would call it lucky. I'm not so inclined to agree. Not then, and definitely not now.

Six months of being queen, and I've learned that being part of ending my father's reign, that being crowned, all that was the easy part. Ruling isn't easy, not when you want to do the right thing. Being responsible for countless billions of lives and making decisions that will affect them all is truly a daunting thing. I do have a council to help with such things, thankfully, but still it is anything but easy.

I wonder what the people think of me. Truly think of me, that is. I have but to show my face in public and the adoration seems to rain from the heavens themselves, but I wonder what is said behind closed doors. And will it still be the same a year from now. Ten years? I don't know the answers in the slightest. All I can do is hold my head high and follow the course I am setting, listen what my heart tells me is right and good.

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