@skysoulCosmonaut — #death

*tzzk* I am in a strange state. Between mourning. And apathy. I am. Unsure what to do. With the corpse. At this point. Despite all the time we spent together. And all of the missions. We went on together. I actually do not know. What burial methods they wanted. They never told me. So now I have to. Guess. And I. I don't know. But I doubt they would want. To be buried on a planet. They have never been in. I will have to. Find a way to preserve or cremate him. For when I can eventually. Get back to somewhere we recognise. *sskh* *tzzk* ... I should take him home. That's what I should do. *sskh*

*tzzk* Decisions have been made. Ship does not seem to be likely to explode. I will stay inside of it for now. At least to wait out the sun. My mechanic is dead. My copilot is broken, but may be fixable. This is the good thing about robotic copilots. Not so good about "human" mechanics. I will miss him. But for now surviving is more important than mourning. I will treat him as potential supplies. *sskh*