Personal Log: I always wanted to be a hero. To go on adventures and inspire people. To have portraits taken with the president as he shook my hand and told me that I honored my planet. But it is nothing but a foolish aspiration. My planet is dead, and few survivors are scattered. Drifting endlessly in different direction.. like me. It's abit comforting to know that someone out there are sharing the same fate in a colonial ship. The only difference between me and them is that I am alone, drifting a one way trip, a deathwish. My jaw clenches and a single tears dropped.
But there are truths and there are truths. My marvelous spaceship will eventually give out. That's inevitable, unless some ill-positioned sun or black hole claims her first. What's the point of proving that's there nothing out there? What good will it do to prove our journey has no destination or purpose? We already living in our own purgatory.
Today is AirDay. I can't shake these negative thought while drilling for Ice. But there's one thing I know for sure. I will keep going, until the void claims me.