On my way to the Metaphoris’ polar region. My Elite-class range rover has a nifty auto-drive-by-wire, it’s not really automatic, but also not completely manual. It depends on the terrain I will be driving upon.
So, logging in my journal.
I never thought I could go blind of my rationale under the shadow of the opportunity to get off this planet. I have travelled this far without a space-school degree, but when a crucial moment came my whole system of decision making went out the window. Maybe it’s because I was stuck here for so long. Anyway, I need to understand this emotional interference better, and deal with it properly. Such interference does not help in flying. On top of that, I was too inclined on proving my flight skills to Radakee, I lost touch with my original plan, to get off the planet with another spaceship.
In retrospect, my whole future could have been different if I acted differently, but it’s too late now. I will have to live with it, and keep surviving on Metaphoris and await if any ships plan on getting into shallow orbit. One can’t really catch up with a spaceship if it’s cruising through space, the rendezvous has to be in slower velocity. Oh, I wish I had a time machine instead.
To all Planet Hoppers out there, if you are getting this data package, never ever lose focus. Space is a incredibly hostile place. We after all are humans, our minds and bodies aren’t made to survive vast expanses of space and loveless planets. It will asphyxiate us in seconds, or toxic air would burn up our lungs, or drown us under an alien ocean, or plunge our minds into the abyss of insanity. Be prepared, it will be hard and it will never get easy. You may not even reach the star system you want to reach. You might end up somewhere else. Anything could happen; But remember, you are only responsible for the journey, not for reaching your star system. Godspeed!