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01 Apr 2019Brokk
Never thought I was one of those journaling types, but two years out here and the solitude is finally getting to me. Beagle Point, don't know why I decided to keep pushing the bar with this whole expedition but I'm close...Maybe that old timer at Explorers Anchorage was right...is this the space madness? Can't remember his name...kepted gawking at his Elite rank symbol in combo with that sweet Nebula Scotch laxing my mind. Only person there who wasn't a egg head that was willing to talk to me. Told him where I was going, he had been there too sometime ago. Something about him was familiar but I can't place it...doubt it tho, the odds too great. Perhaps it was from not seeing another soul in months on end getting there. He parted ways after sometime, but left a chip behind. Tried looking for him once I noticed but he was gone...guess it's legal salvage now?
Hope to see him again nonetheless, or maybe he'll be gone for good. He was a nomad, you could see it in his face. Didn't look like he was on the regenerational cell meds most were on. Did he come out here to rest his soul on a world he could call his own? Maybe. Doesn't sound too bad actually...it does feel like the frame shift leaves something of you behind so your called back later in life.
Time to hit the cryopod.