Logging in...

I just got this Log program. Why I never thought of it before I don’t really know, I suppose I was never this bored before. But after all this time absorbing as much as I could, it occurred to me that it might benefit the universe some by recording a bit of what I know. Become a historian.
The problem is that it is highly doubtful that anyone will care in the least what I have to say. If anyone cared about our human past, they wouldn’t have been so eager to leave it behind. Space debris! What has become of culture, of literature and a millennia of history? Space debris. Burnt up in a propulsion engine, left in a trail of litter.
I do not know what purpose this log will serve but to aid my own flagging memory. I imagine a stranger reading it from some database somewhere, learning from this precious and scholarly record of the Dark Ages. More likely these words will be read by someone I do not yet know, someone who has the task of going through my bunk after I’ve died. Perhaps a scavenger, looting the knapsack beside a bullet-ridden body. Morbidity aside, I would prefer the first alternative.