Journal entry 1: today marks one month of my employment. I love my miner's job



Journal entry 2: I don't know what to make of it. A pirate passed me, passed right in front of my container and then soon left. My corp mate is right near me. Our drones are out and swiming the night with the stars, but it wouldn't be enough, and we both know it.

Space is quiet. Mostly there's nothing to see, except for the light of the nearest galaxy.