Journal, Entry 2

They’re distributing paste rations again, which means the rumors about pirates hijacking the freighter from Mars were true. If any pirates end up reading this, I hope you’re eating well tonight.

The upper cores always save the meager output of the local hydroponics for themselves, but I bet even they’re rationing that.

Mips came over for some bonk and afterward we got talking about the paste. We both remember the early stuff they churned out when the trade network collapsed following the Assembly.

At least the current stuff tastes better. Never seen a banana, but it’s my favorite flavor of paste. Mips gets strawberry. We both agreed the flavors make it easier to ignore the fact it’s made out of bugs and the dead.

Have you ever wondered if your gramaw was ‘constituent biomatter’ of what you were eating, Mx Pirate?

Mips keeps asking what I want to do for my birthday. I said I just wanted bonk and vids. Most food stalls are already shuttering for the duration, and I’m banned from all the bars in this Core worth going to.

She told me I was boring, and sulked when I wouldn’t let her plan something else. Eventually wandered off. This is why we haven’t gotten a two-unit together.

Petey found me a job. Security gig. Guess that means I’ll have money to buy real food if a freighter ever makes through again.

Maybe I’ll let Mips do something for my birthday.

-Geary