Grounded. Forever

I now have an understanding of the phrase "too much information." My sister has been a little too curious about my relationship with April. At first, I believed it to be genuine concern, and it has progressed into Madison, I believe the term is, "busting my chops."

Madison does have a better understanding of human emotion than I do, and she has pointed out the potential for error in my relationship with April. So, it is for only these matters of emotion that I turn to my younger sister for advice, but she has turned to teasing me relentlessly, particularly on the matter of my relationship progressing to sex. I of course understand at least that much protocol in discussing human emotions and will not discuss the matter. Then, Madison lets it slip. She is having sex, as well! She is having sex with Nick!

I have come dangerously close to breaking mission protocol on few occasions, but this time, I do not understand what emotions must have overcome my senses. I felt the urge to breaking the seal on the plasma weapons locker and disintegrating Nick into his base atomic particles.

I had gotten so far as opening the locker and charging the death ray when Madison finally stopped me. Well, truth be told, it was not just Madison. Douglas was there as well. He came over to discuss a school assignment with Madison and he saw me with the plasma ray. Fortunately, he had fair warning from Madison, or my training might have lead me to disintegrate him, too. I did fire a stray shot that destroyed my mailbox. It too the two of them to restrain me and calm me down.

After I agreed not to de-atomize, particle-shift, or otherwise harm her boyfriend, my sister had a good laugh about it. She thought it was sweet that I was finally acting like a brother and defending her honor. At least, she was pleased until I grounded her.

I do not know how long this will last, but I am thinking forever. Not only am I concerned about this boy Nick having his way with my sister, but we have revealed ourselves to Douglas. He has seen our advanced technology. I do not know what he understands of the situation, but we have to proceed as if the cat is out of the bag. I like Douglas. He is a smart boy, but it is dangerous for him to know who we are. It is more dangerous that others could have potentially known.

Emotions appear to be affecting me more lately. I must be careful not to further compromise ourselves.