I have found myself among strangers in an unknown, albeit beautiful ship. We have named her " Polaris jammer"… (Octo-sigh). Her dark matter engines are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, and I look forward to the engineering challenge of it. The pulse of the engines is sureal and electrifies my every sucker. And the food dispenser can make a damn fine krill and seaweed cube, a refreshing change from human slop. Glad to see at least one engineer has us in mind However, all the frills and intellectual challenge cannot compensate for the desire I have to be reunited with the good fight. I do not rest easy knowing we are headed to an area where Uplifts are treated with such malice. Perhaps those outside the grip of our oppressors will have a more favorable perspective… At least I can hope.
I continue to investigate my shipmates. I have a growing fear I may not be the only one who has been taken away from our cause by such means.
I have to sign off, Ge says my newest news on anti matter engines is ready for me to go over.
If everyone were a government official,
would there be any farmers?
If doctors cured all disease,
would graveyards be as they are?
Boy, fill the glass to the brim;
I’ll live my life as I please.
벼슬을 저마다 하면 농부 할 이 뉘 이시며,
의원이 병(病) 고치면 북망산(北邙山)이 저러하랴.
아희야, 잔 가득 부어라, 내 뜻대로 하리라.
Kim Chang-Up (1658-1721)
((One Point Awarded))