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------------------ TRANSMISSION BEGIN ------------------ SOURCE: Hopes and Expectations PRIORITY: LOW (4) METHOD: QEC SUBSYSTEM (CONNECTED) ENCODING: PLAINTEXT SHIP CLASS: HSS TYPE B CARGO HAULER ENGINES: 4x HSS 'STARGAZER' ION-THRUSTERS 1x HSS 'TRINITY' METHALOX ENGINE ARMAMENTS: 2x ORBITAS PULSE-LASER EMITTERS REACTOR STATUS: NOMINAL FUEL RESERVE: 68% LAST BURN: 3 HOURS AGO COMPUTER: OPERATIONAL CREW: 1 ------------- MESSAGE BEGIN ------------- I've always been a lone wolf. Something about the stars has always called to me. I'd lay awake at night, staring out my bedroom window, feeling the cool Cerlian breeze on my skin, and wish nothing more than to spread my wings and take off. Hi, my name is Markus. I'm the sole crew member of the Hopes and Expectations, an old Type-B cargo hauler from the days of old. She's a rustbucket alright, but structurally sound and a working set of engines. Why am I out here when there's no cargo to haul, no one to meet, in a ship that can barely break lightspeed? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's the solitude I enjoy. Maybe it's crusing among the stellar dust and knowing that I'm far, far away from anyone who could care about me. There's something to be said for one's own company, So why am I inputting messages into this system? Again, I'm not entirely sure. Despite my love of solitude, there's something nice knowing someone can read along with your experiences. That even if you don't talk directly, you know there's someone out there, far beyond touch, beyond sight. Maybe you're reading these messages long after I'm gone, and my ship has long since crumbled into drifting fragments. I don't know how often I'll input into this system. There isn't a whole lot to log out here. Just stars, barren worlds, interesting to me perhaps, but not many others. I'm reminded of an old song. The author has been long lost to time, but the lyrics have been copied and saved throughout time. "And here am I floating in my tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do" Alright, I should grab some breakfast. - Markus ----------- MESSAGE END ----------- MESSAGE HASH: 7DD3E1CC EMBEDDED DATA: NONE ---------------- TRANSMISSION END ----------------