We live in worse than the kingdom of hell,
but better than the kingdom of heaven as well.
On it the dead shall always dine,
but the living who do will surely die.
"Will we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn without a struggle, give up our homes, our country bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us? I know you will cry with me, Never! Never!"
It was the beginning of the end, the end of time,
the middle of yesterday, and nowhere in tommorow,
when the children of the future brought down the sky,
brought down the sky on the top of the colony below.
The voyage of ours tonight has started in Cortez, through the bits of New York and all the way back to Tau23 - in Coronado it took an ending.
Sirius usual time, we ran out of our groceries and almost ran out of credits. We contacted our people who are also working in our G.S.S. base. They told us that they were not satisfied with the current status. Although we are chiefs of our people, we need to care for our little "future pilots" and our womens of course. Well, we moved from Coronado through Cortez to California system. We heard that Xeno pilots are located in California, we wanted to talk with them and to avoid trouble, but we were unable find them. We went to New York system and we hoped that we will be able to talk with someone, but near -West Point- we encountered a big military vessels and some pilots in smaller and faster ships. They attacked us almost instantly, as usual, well, we can't blame them, they defended their motherspace.
Huh... we hope that the Liberty pilots are all "OK" and we hope that their lives are not in -danger-... and that they are well hospitalized. Sometimes... bad things happen.
Man loves nothing more than life,
Fears nothing more than death or mortal strife,
Yet the poor require, what the rich have,
And what contented men desire, the poor have,
The spendthrift spends and the miser saves,
And all will carry to their graves.
Not everyone deserve to die. There are still those who are worthy of our respect - and they are yet to be found. The voyage may take us to many misteries - an unexplored countries, with an unknown outcome. Many things occur unexpected - but with a reason. There is always one, and there will always be. There is no escape from the consequence. But those who are kind shall always survive. No matter the value of the cargo, we are, and shall always be reasonable. The hunger, the corrupted goverments, and the sorrow in the Sirius are not our issue, nor is the choice we've made to chose our path. Many say that everything begins with choice - which is wrong. Choice is an illusion created between those who posses the power and those who not.