Interstellar travel writing. What a great racket that is. I think I’ll get into that.
I’m not even sure what law it is I’ve broken; all I know is I’ve spent four days in this cage so far, and all they’ll tell me is that I will be punished fairly. That is, if I live long enough to get to the punishment, considering all that comes out of the food dispenser is brick after brick of what looks like fruitcake but smells like fish and rotten eggs.
There isn’t even a human embassy on this planet. I’m so fucked.
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