☠ 3:23 a.m.

[prearcadian]

name's Harlock.
no burning questions or complaints or philosophies to regale you with, sorry.
just these:

[three sets of coordinates. if explored, two lead to open, rather secluded areas just outside of town – one on the coastline. the other just leads to one of the bars.]

Comments

[acclimatized]

No. It seems like they send something to Mars every few years, but other than that, there isn't much space travel.

[prearcadian]

and is Earth pretty cozy, then?

[acclimatized]

Yeah, most of the time. What about space?

[prearcadian]

depends on where about you wind up really.

[acclimatized]

Not so different from Earth then.

[prearcadian]

maybe not, but the distance helps.

[acclimatized]

Met any green men?

[prearcadian]

not in a while. blue, metal, pink...more women than men, though.

[acclimatized]

That doesn't sound so bad. If they ever get anywhere with this space program, maybe I'll think about signing up.

[prearcadian]

from what i've seen so far, space isn't as crowded here as it was where i'm from, friend.

[acclimatized]

John. You mean you've already gone up?

[prearcadian]

just once, not including that fake virtual tour gone to hell.

[acclimatized]

How?

[prearcadian]

there's folks here who can fly without having to go to the trouble of borrowing a jet and just enough charity to humor a bit of curiosity for curiosity's sake.