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I gotta fix the gyros on this thing. Urg. I'd also like to add blurgh, urp and blurp. Maybe taking . . . ooohangonasec . . . yuck. That was disgusting. It'll have the advantage though that there's no way I've anything left to bring up. Okay, I'm okay now. Better, in fact. I'm better now.

I've also got better today at other things. I said it myself earlier that it is odd that the people have been helping me have been far more helpful and civil to me than the people I was expected to turn to. Like that guy who opened fire on the one I was trading stories with today. "They're deadly !" I remembered responding "Ever tried just saying 'hello' ?" I've not been shot at once by those who are supposedly the ones I need "saving from". Then whilst employing the sole skill I have in when there's a firefight (i.e. being in the way of gunfire - although this was the first time in my life I did so intentionally !) he then opens fire on me !

Some savior. What was I thinking though ? I decked this thing out to look like I knew what I was doing, in reality I have trouble pulling up the navmap without activating the cupholder instead best time outta three. Acting like a human shield ? Then fighting back when he attacked me ? I give myself marks for courage but what was I thinking ?

More importantly - how did I do so well? If I hadn't got so excited about not dying instantly in a real live actual space fight and jammed the razors firing protocols before they'd had their cool down time I'd have hit him that one more time and it would've killed him. Another question, why doesn't that bother me? It just doesn't. I think it should. Or maybe not. I suppose he could've done with being tidied away, I mean it's just rude to try and kill people in the middle of a conversation.

What a conversation it was too ! Never mind a report, I'd need to write an encyclopedia on all the different paths my friends seem to be able to travel. Metamorphosis, like a butterfly. I did feel a bit stupid though. Her supercomputer of a mind must've looked at the xenoantique of mine and wondered how the hell she'd get a dope like me to understand anything. But there was no contempt or frustration from her. Unlike other groups of people I could think of. I think I even got a laugh when I explained that I'd forgot to ask for more formula.

After getting me more formula, and after the interruption was dealt with we parted. Not before I seen one of the big guys. Man they are big. I mean colossal, titanic, n-dimensional big. It made me wonder how much stuff one of those guys must use when they get hungry. One that note, I could do with a snack myself. I've been snacking a lot, haven't put any weight on though. Must've been from all the running around. By tomorrow the gyros'll be fixed, I can head back to Malta for a refill on the essentials and check out a few things.

Until then . . . snack time.