It’s not him. It’s a few cells. He’s not alive. I don’t need them. They are safer where they are.
posted by Scout | 11:19 AM
Scout's Log
My account of life in space. The year is 77 Space Age, which is, in more ancient terms, 2327 CE. I am space debris. And of all the ships in the galaxy, I had to hop aboard the pirate ship. Such is life.
About Me
- Name: Scout
- Location: onboard 'Oberon', deep space
I push ahead, always navigating, always scouting somewhere. I have this tendency to outlive my friends, and much of what I have known is now gone. It is my goal in life to know everything. I figure the best way to do so is to travel the universe, picking up information as I go. This is the path I've chosen.
- Viable
- ...............................
- behind, ahead
- a lesson
- Obsession
- beneath the skin
- night on the town
- Transcendence
- after
- bad business
With enough information, you make your own luck.
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