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2012-12-31 | |
"..there's nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing" - Prometheus
Captain's log. Stardate: now.
Mission 1-9-692-012 accomplished.
The crew is alive. Vital signs - stable, although many seem to be infected with joy which impacts temporarily on their frail alter-ego.
We have come to believe that time is a main factor in depleting reality of its purpose which remains unknown. Consequences unknown.
Some may suffer acute neurosynaptic damage caused by what we call disappointment. Others may seek strength to look into their hearts without a blink or choose to live in ignorance.
Most should retain the element of hope through prayer/ poetry/ alcohol and/or chocolate.
Our belief systems are unstable but in a few hours we shall rendezvous with Fate. The complexity of data can not be decoded with available primers. The possibility of Love beginning with the same letter remains remarkably high. This may destabilize the core, cause day-dreaming and impair judgement No one on board is safe and probability of escape is zero. Survival rate: unknown.
All engineers/ navigators / counsellors/ scientists/ muses and poets on standby.
Countdown on my mark.
Our new mission ahead: KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON. (or I shall ride you like a cowboy).
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