Record Log 16A
"I don't know how long I've been drifting out here, or how much longer I have. I've successfully stolen an Affini starcraft, it took a bit of reverse engineering, but the weeds take human stubborness too lightly. I blasted away from Earth in any direction I could find, any direction away from those things...
I've triangulated my position to be somewhere near the outskirts of Messier 31. I can see the stars flowing around the center of the Andromeda, I never thought there'd be a day in my life that I'd get the chance. It's lonely up here by myself, I usually pass the time with some new anti grav games I come up with (usually involving throwing small objects like my corporate branded pens into a floating cup) It's not home, but I make it work.
My compiler is broken, I think there's a firmware issue or there's something lodged inside of its cooling fan port, regardless, it's throwing sparks like a faucet. I've been living off of my Terran emergency rations for about a week already, it's not home cooking, but synth water and nutrient cubes beat starving,
and when it comes down to it...
starving beats enslavement.
It's so fucking cold...
I've been hiding my heat signature from the weeds, but I'm going to need to make an E distress call soon...
I just need to wait for the perfect moment to disguise it as background radio waves so I don't blow cover.
There's gotta be others like me...
There has to be other humans fighting for a free Terra, a free Earth...
I just want to see my family again
signing out
- Stargazer"