Two words. Crash, followed by; landed.
Landed being a soft painless stop, where your cup of tea doesn't even dare to shake an inch. Wrong Definition for my case. It's more like a "Blacked Out Because Of Atmospheric Pressure" sort of thing.
Also it is... worth mentioning that my neck hurts. Nevermind, it could be worse, Why even worry about that in my situation.
Lets recall for what exactly happened.
For starters I stole a ship, not any ship but more like The Machine. Maybe even machine is a bad definition, its a time bending and transporting device or as normal lazy people like me like to call: a TBTD.
The problem with a TBTD is that with so many controls its bloody hard to even start the engine!
What happened? well, a TBTD operates on bendding wormholes arround the continuity void. Such nerdy explanations just give me a worse headache. So doctor fantastic me decided that it would be a great idea to open a second wormhole inside the first wormhole so that I could supposedly escape from the police, misleading them from where I was gonna land. I was right, it DID mislead them BUT it fried my sensors array and my engine and my top left flap and my gyroscope and one of my pannels... Blah blah blah. Basically everything is broken.
Sounds bad... And it is... But as i am shielded by the GIGANTIC plant... Ish life that makes up a forrest. Odds are i'm getting out of here soon enough.
Hence, I do feel quite calm by thinking the following: The TBTD can repair itself, I can supply myself with food, and if I repair it's array, with which it can camouflage it's exterior (with a really cool transparent effect, gets me quite aroused frankly) from unwanted visitors.
Something curious is that the "Ultratime" GPS indicates I am somewhere around Europe... or Asia... or something... close. Quite frankly, i could give less of a crap right now about where I am, thus, the UGPS may be as broken as the gyroscope... or the pannel... or everything, is. The only thing that I trust is the timekeeper;
BUT SPARKS WHY TRUST A REALLY BREAKABLE WATCH?! You may be asking yourself. Well, after reading a manual, which is not something I usually do but still, it clearly stated that: "The Timekeeper is escential for any voyage as thy system does not link directly to the main pannel, it is an automatic process that should not be interrupted to link the actual date and time of the contemporary location." This actually being "This BIG clock is 100% accurate and please dont mess with it."
The ship operates in what I call; pixel generator, the thing can turn matter into, well, anything. When it is generating transformed matter it looks like millions of small cubes and square panels slowly turning from orange to the object's color. Wish I had a camera because as the whole ship's broken down there are a lot of pixels draining from the pipes, seats and stuff.
Things look bright for the future. I do feel that prison time i had comming for myself being farther and farther away each seccond that goes by, as every pixel means i am getting the fuck out of here.
What planet is this anyways, filled with dirt and plants, this must be a hell of a shithole.
I hate plants, always surrounded by dirt, dirty dirt that carries diseases.
Speaking of diseases, i think i caught a cold. One of those black volcano bummers. It is a disease involving fever... And some yeasts. Nothing the ship's first-aid-kit can't fix.
Anyways, ima go take a look outside, fresh (dirt-filled & disgusting tree surrounded) air could calm me a bit.
I'll keep on recording these logs on the mainframe's terminal.
Just so if i die there's something of mine that tells my tale.
Nah just kidding it's because there ain't shit to do here and I'm BORED AS FUCK.
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