Station P-M0-F0 – Callisto Orbit, Jovian Republic

I only got to go once, but I miss Earth.

Sure, it’s still there; pitted and scarred, like the cheeks of the noodle vendor down in Core F. The drones of The Assembly mining it in unending toil while they build more of themselves.

God knows why they’re mining it, or how The Assembly even started in the first place. There was no mention of it in any of the media streams until three days before the already ‘assembled’ forced the rest of humanity to upload themselves, or die.

To their credit, most chose death.

Yet the Assembly continues to grow, no one’s quite sure how. They’re certainly not talking. They treat any attempts at contact as hostile acts.

Maybe we’ll figure it out, someday. They’re not talking. At all.

I wish I could remember the name of where we went. I was little, maybe five or six. I just remember standing on the beach, stretching and scrunching my toes to gather up the coarse sand of the beach as the tide slowly erased my toe’s work.

Oh something called a ‘seagull’ stole my pizza. Honestly, those birds were the worst part of what I remember about Earth. One crapped on my dad.

I’m guessing the Assembly has killed all the seagulls by now, along with the rest of the biomatter. I didn’t like seagulls, but I wouldn’t want them churned up for… whatever they’re doing.

Told Petey I started a journal, and he asked me why for. I told him I didn’t know why, I just decided to start a journal.

Maybe the pirates who eventually breach the station will get a kick out of it?

That’s who I’ll write this for, since I’m never going to read it once I get it out. The pirates who space us to rob the station. Might not happen, but the way things are looking for.

I hope you enjoy my journal, Mx Space Pirate.