I have spent 13 years of my life here on Pandora and I seem to now look back onto how I got here in the first place. I was a marine back on Earth crippled from the war; I was paralysed from the waist down and everything went downhill after that, I struggled to live my life as I had before my accident; I had no idea what to do with myself. I guess it’s true when they say that when one door closes another one opens… too bad it had to open with my brother’s death.
My brother’s name was Tom... He was an experienced scientist who was to be part of a highest-level program overseen by corporate and military strategists. Since we were a genetic match, after his death I was asked if I wanted to take his place and travel light years away to a station on the world they called, Pandora. I agreed without hesitation and prepared myself to board the spaceship destined for this far away place. I woke up to the sound of a staff members hand telling me that we were going to land in about an hour and as I drifted back to sleep I thought about my brother. Within seconds I questioned my decision to be here, what was I doing?
As we approached the planet, I took in the amazing sight that was placed before me; you had to be there to see it. I sat in my wheelchair and strapped myself in, exiting the ship what was my first impression of the planet? Let’s just say that my face looked like I had sex for the first time.
As I rolled into the briefing room I caught the eye of Colonel Miles Quaritch… damn that guy looked mean… he kept drilling into us that we weren’t at home anymore and that this place was dangerous, and most of us wouldn’t survive. This didn’t really affect me though going through the war and everything. Next I was taken to a science lab where I met my first friend, Norm Spellman, he was a biologist and a member of the “Avatar” Program. He showed me around and gave me a rundown on what these things were, he said they are called Na’vi and they were the native people...
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