Message:1. Another Lost Cause
With a lifespan free from the constraints of aging, one is capable of achieving anything. Among other pursuits, I mastered the piano, bred award-winning Pekinese dogs, and earned the bodybuilding title of Mister Walkerverse™. Now, several hundred years later, I can’t remember how to play a C major chord, that breed has evolved to resemble more of a Great Dane, and I’ve lost track of how many times my muscles have weakened, only to be rebuilt again. Currently, I find myself in a middle state between being out of shape and resembling a Greek hero. (Ed. Note: Is there a story hidden in this?) My friend Lance will interject his insightful editorial remarks from time to time. (Insightful? I wonder if he realises he’s complimenting me?)
Hey everyone, I almost forgot to introduce myself, Bucky here. How’s life in this future utopia? I’m still stuck, along with my ship and crew, gradually being drawn into a singularity. But since it could take seven hundred years before I get compressed to the size of a chickpea, Sarge insisted I needed to find a hobby. I opted for calligraphy. (He doesn’t realise that means decorative lettering, not writing letters.)
Yours,
IronRed
13-Feb-2025