[ Audio log. ] "Audio log number four.." "Forgive me for my..rather abrupt departure in the last recording.. The memories still all feel fresh in my mind.. though one should not dwelve to deeply into thoughts that harm, so instead.. " [ The recorder is being carried, lots of shuffling is heard, before being set on a solid surface. ] " Lets...make dinner shall we..? " [More shuffling, not pans or pots, no bowls either, but the sound of plastic bags can be heard sloshing and crinkling. ] " This ship, thankfully came with various ways to sustain me for... however long it will take for me to find a habitable planet to survive on.. an almost endless supply of space food..! " "......" "It...ah.. it isn't quite the kind of cuisine I would.. prefer to consume but, one musn't be picky.." " The taste isn't...isn't even that terrible once you are accustomed to it.. Its all I have anyways, so I must get used to it, that simple. " " I have a fabricator as well, a true boon in this scenario, it can create a few various things, mostly meals but some rudimentary things as well such as paper and even some art supplies..!" " I...I want to start painting again soon.." "I fear that... That if I do not, I will forget their faces.." "Forgetting them, would...would condemn me. " ". . . . . . . . " " W- Well, time for me too...consume m..my dinner...hah..." "...." "Goodbye." [ Audio log ends. ] #spacelogs
