Research Log 9

I was in the field today, on foot, headed to a dig site when a small cyclone seemed to blink into existence. Out of nowhere some paper, aroused by the wind, whipped across my path. All except one weaved between the sparse plant life and disappeared. The remaining one stuck violently onto a cactus by the side of my path. A few steps and I arrived at the scene. It was a photo of a nude woman posing. As the wind gusts that followed the cyclone came the needles of the cactus pressed through the girls face neck and chest while her lower half flapped violently in the wind. This type of pornographic imagery exists as a part of nearly every other star system’s culture in some fashion but rarely does it cross your path so unexpectedly.

I met a veteran of the galactic empires Deep Space Force today. He told me stories of his service as he passed me pictures of a tall lanky youth and his mates. He had been familiar with deep space since he was a boy and so was recruited by the DSF at a young age. The empire was drafting youth, preparing to annex a planet. Luckily for my friend as horrible as the conflict was deep space saw little of the fighting. In fact it seemed like the best time of his life. Side by side with his brothers smoking hash and peering into the dark of space.

One of Planet 29’s moons has set and the other is waning tonight which has made this outside perspective of the galaxy especially brilliant. I think of how fast the last three weeks have gone. When I found out about this research opportunity I was hoping to enjoy the stars every night. It hasn’t worked out that way. There always seems like something to do. Currently I am working on logging my results and realize it has been days since I have logged anything. Even though my AI Susan can transcribe and send these logs for me I prefer to write them myself. It is shocking how much the glow of just my writing tablet dims the stars though.

-RMJ signing of