I say this because, when he told me about the guitar, I did not understand him. One of them had a guitar - it's something that makes music. He told me about a summer evening I spent on a beach with friends. My imaginary-me and I had a long talk today.But, in fact, it is I who am the light beam crossing the cosmos. The visible universe becomes round and small, first a beam and then a single spot of light. When space folds and my ship accelerates to c velocity, I see the universe contract through my observation bay.I am one with the ship, like a material mass vibrating in the void. I lie on the ground and wait for the Space Folder to finish its work.Luminous lines, like the erratic course of a butterfly, but curious and friendly like a dolphin, guided my ship. I just experienced something incredible.It will grow back once I get used to the rays. As such, I have decided to shave it off before it gets too patchy. My hair has started to fall out, a victim of the cosmic rays.I wasn't afraid, for I've decided there is no more beautiful place to die. Streaks of fire towered over millions of miles of open space, in all directions, like the columns of a divine temple. I entered the system during a full solar flare.I wonder if returning home is a good thing after all. The Galaxy becomes full of arrogant and immortal humans. Or, as eternal beings, we colonise stars with the Space Folder technology. Either I return to Earth and nobody ever grows old again. I am concerned by the regenerative powers of the Space Folder.When I walk those grounds, I yearn only for my spaceship, which is filled with my own smell. The shapes and colors are strange, depressing, unsettling. It's because I understand that these planets, though inhabitable, are deeply alien. Why not spend the rest of my life, alone perhaps, on a nice beach? While lingering on this tiny, cramped ship, where I get little physical exercise, I often wonder: why not give up and settle on the first garden planet I come to?.Sometimes, to my terror, it tells me things I've never actually known. At times, he tells me that I have forgotten something important. In order to not forget what I know, I talk to myself - well, I talk to an imaginary self that watches over me. I check all my alien devices on a regular basis.I once read that civilized people marooned for years on a desert island may slowly lose their language skills. even if I need new words to deal with these new experiences. My daily physical exercises are: stay upright and speak aloud in the best English I can.I know I am hungry and thirsty and I haven’t had enough sleep. I see millions of dead bodies floating around my ship.It would be stupid to escape exploding supernovae and huge black holes merely to die because of an attractive fruit. Sometimes, when visiting a habitable planet, I discover fruits and berries that look and smell edible. They don't taste great, but I don’t notice the taste anymore. The rations include concentrated sticks of cereal and dried meat. It was intended to feed a whole crew, but now I am the only one left. I have one cubic meter of rations left.I take with me the exotic scent of invisible flowers I will never see again, and I sleep among them and they bend my way of thinking. When I refill my oxygen tanks with the air of a garden planet, the smell of the place fills my ship. The exact text of some entries has changed between game versions images of the Omega Edition text is provided here whenever possible. Sometimes they will be interactive encounters that require the player to make choices that can impact the status of the ship and its resources. Sometimes they will be random incidents that will cause changes to the resources of the ship. Sometimes these will have no bearing on the game and just give the player insight into the thoughts (or madness) of the astronaut. Upon entering a new star system, a journal entry written by the astronaut is shown.
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