Ponderosa: Freelancer (personal log)

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Almost 3 years have past, held in a container-cell. Moved from ship to station, station ship. No communication with the outside world other than the recordings I was forced to be in stating my name and begging for someone to pay my ransom. Of course, I didn't have many friends. My last one got spaced right before I was captured. And the friends I had left had no means to pay a ransom.

After almost 3 years of captivity, they have released me from my cell. Let me walk around their base. I think they were sort of running a "soft sell," seeing if I would express interest in joining up in exchange for my freedom. Not bloody likely.

They tell me I am too expensive to keep feeding. That doesn't sound good.

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For myself I am an optimist - it does not seem to be much use being anything else.
-Sir Winston Churchill