October 29th, 2552 I think – Convict Conscriptee
Pilot/Explorer/Envoy Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
I haven’t been on the Gumbo in a few days, and I have no idea how long their day/night cycle is setup shipboard, but I’ll call it the 29th, especially since the fleet probably has a different date in mind by now.
I don’t even know if I’ll ever find it again. I know the Parataph can’t find it because I travel on intuition and that’s not something that can be quantified.
I am now a prisoner of war. A convict with no sentence at this point, in a fleet with no room or set up for long term prisoners. So, I begin my life among the Parataph as I did among the View Project.
I am a conscriptee, in service of the Great Parataph Union. Which is to say, I push a broom and a mop on the Carrissiq Fadaq Bloom, something about the Dawn Blossom Fire. I also get to repair the cleaning robots.
So – I’m right back where I started – somewhere else. If this isn’t my special brand of irony, I don’t know what is.