Introduction....

I'm not exactly sure why I have to write one of these. I mean, not like anybody not on Serenity's gonna be readin' it, right? But just in case...Captain's said something about cortexes and the like an' how some people have been findin' his and Inara's journals. Even commentin'. Like, from the past. Which I think is shiny. I mean, think about all we could learn about what come before! Better'n what they teach in a history class, I mean. I weren't all that fond of history class, but I do like people. They aren't always as shiny as engines, and I don't understand them as well sometimes. But they are fascinatin'.

Anyway. I'm Kaylee. I'm the mechanic onboard a Firefly class starship named Serenity and me and her, we bonded right away. We're a cargo vessel and we haul all sorts of cargo all through the 'verse. Sometimes its legal. Sometimes it ain't. We haul people sometimes too. Sometimes they ain't exactly legal either. But Captain's real good about avoidin' the Alliance, and we do alright. My job's to keep Serenity flyin'. Most days that works, but sometimes she (and the Captain) can make it a might tough. But we manage, me and her. We understand each other and usually she lets me know before she goes and has a problem. Harder to do when people's shootin' at us though.

So. That's me, I guess. The important stuff, at least. The rest I guess I'll tell you as we go along. You know, if there's a "you" out there.

My exact opposite

Well, first, I ain't sure she'd be all that shiny. But maybe. I don't know. 'Verse is made up of all types. Would get mighty boring if it weren't.

First off, she wouldn't understand about engines, at all. Wouldn't know how to fix one. Wouldn't understand when Serenity tried to tell her what was goin' on. That wouldn't be much help to the Captain at all. She'd prob'ly be all grown up like. Wouldn't want to play with River. Might be scared of her what with some of her strangeness.

But she'd be lovely. Like Inara and those girls at the party. She'd wear beautiful clothes and be all fancy. She'd know what to do at that sort of thing and what to do when those girls were mean. 'Course, those girls might not've been mean to her. She'd prob'ly be like them. Mean like them. Not seein' folks for who they really are, poor or rich, fancy or not. She prob'ly wouldn't have had as much fun either, with all those nice men who wanted to talk about engines.

But she'd know how to talk to Simon. To talk about the things he likes an' knows an' cares about. She wouldn't say the stupid things that make him all uncomfortable. She wouldn't like the stuff he thinks is junk. She'd know good stuff when she saw it. But then, Simon's real kind. And nice. So, he prob'ly wouldn't like her much, 'cause she wouldn't love River. Might be mean to her on account of her strangeness. And so, bein' my opposite wouldn't help much with him, would it?

For all her fanciness, I don't think I'd want to be her. No help to the Captain. None of my friends would like her much. Couldn't play with River.

I'd sure love her clothes though sometimes. An' maybe know how to do my hair like that. Just to wow him a bit, show him I'm a girl 'smuch as I'm a mechanic.