The Colonial Outlaws

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[font=agency fb]Day six. I'm so hungry that I started to eat the isolation of the cables that I have access to. It seem to work, but I don't know if it really helps or it's just a mental justification. At least I got water.

I'm at 112.000 k and the ship slowed down a little. Nothing that I try seems to work.

I was thinking of my childhood lately. Fun times... you know, it's funny that they say your life passes in front of your eyes fractions before you die. But that's only true when you die fast. When you have a slow death like I have over here, you have the time to analyze the details of your life. When I was 5 or 6, I stole my father's side arm and started to shoot parasites. Of course, my family had a few problems after this event; most important was the one where my father lost his right to use arms. It's funny now if you think of it... he wanted to become a cop but they refused him exactly for not having the right to use a weapon. The transport with the guys that were accepted suffered a terrible accident and everyone died. I've done good things in this life, even if most of the people think I was a scumbag. Heh...