Let’s go to hyperspace bb

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Let’s go to hyperspace bb
Elite Dangerous : INRA Base 7 Almeida Landing - INRA Experimental Witchs...
Into the black
Pilot’s log: 15 September 3301
I’m starting this log to help cope. There’s a piece of classical Earth literature I love which contains a quote:
"Space is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mindbogglingly big it is. I mean you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space."
I made the push out to Sagittarius A* all at once. 25.900 light years, 18 hours and 45 minutes. Urania performed beautifully, exceeding all expectations, but her pilot let her down somewhat. I’d just like to make a record of what happened to me on the way.
Flying a ship long-distance for nineteen hours straight is brutal, jump after jump after jump, fuel scooping after each one. After 3.500 light years boredom sets in. Every star looks the same, it’s just M-type after M-type after M-type. Give me a god damn O-type, or even an A-type - hell, I’d even take a methane dwarf at this point to break up the monotony, for fuck’s sake! Every once in a while you’ll run through an H II region and UniCart’s stupid navigation computer will string a bunch of protostars together on your route. They look just like M-type stars, but you can’t scoop them. Often, I was so bored that I was flying essentially on automatic and wouldn’t notice I wasn’t scooping anything until Urania started shouting at me that she was overheating.
After eight hours, I was still less than 10.000 light years towards the core, already exhausted, and was starting to despair of how far I had left to go. Each jump became more difficult than the last. I flew too close while scooping. I made mistakes and was forced out of supercruise more than once. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown each time I ran into a protostar or brown dwarf and had to reroute. And then I started seeing things.
It started, as I imagine it always does, with a vague feeling that I was being watched. I was crossing the void between the Scutum-Centaurus Arm and the Norma Arm when I noticed it. Shortly after, I hit a string of methane dwarfs and couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being mocked. As I continued, I noticed how much like an iris the spacial distortion when you’re about to jump into hyperspace looks. This was enough to convince me that something was watching me, mocking me.
I started closing my eyes every time I jumped. Each time I entered that Eye, I was trespassing. I could see faces in witchspace. I could feel Them watching me, judging me, and it made me sick with anxiety. Maybe I wasn’t worthy enough to reach the Core. Maybe I should turn back before my ship was destroyed for my hubris, for the crime of thinking I was prepared for the unknown, for going where I wasn’t wanted. Maybe if I closed my eyes, they wouldn’t be able to see me...
witch-space started following you
sup
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Hi, I’m Damara. Sorry about the extremely late greeting, turns out someone decided to infect me with the worst cold to ever exist.
witch-space: nice to meet you dani!! i am finally back to doing work with my garden!! so im in an amazing mood right now!! i love gardening!!! :D if you couldnt tell
i can totally tell which is neat because i have the exact opposite of a green thumb what would that even be? red thumb? thats complimentary so black thumb? idefk
hi!! im jade! how are you? :D
cool i guesskickin it chillaxin wondering what in the fuck to do with myself bc the bae is out doing work things and i have the day off w/ewbu? oh dani btw
hi!! im jade! how are you? :D
MOG! HELLO JADE! I’M MEULIN LEIJON IT’S FURRY NICE TO M33T MEW!I AM PAWLRIGHT, HOW ARE MEW?