Prologue:

To The Council of Notchon:

I'm sorry that I've never been able to contact you since I left port. I've been wondering if you had assumed I was dead and had given up on trying to explore the island, or if you'd go against the code and send a User. I know you've searched for me, but all you've probably found at this point is some floating wreckage from my boat. In hindsight, it's probably just as well that you haven't found me yet, because if you hadn't broken the code and sent a User on a mission, the person you did send would have their Elliptical Tolerance tripped in the space of a few seconds.
But I'm going off on a tangent. I'm sending you this message to tell you that I'm alright, you don't need to worry about me. I'm also sending this letter as a formal announcement that I will not be returning to Notchton.
Enclosed in this parcel is a kind of...memoir of my trip here. I hope that the record of my trip will help you understand my reasons for staying, and tell you a lot about what I found here, since the whole point of my coming here was to learn. I thank all of you for your support, and for being the first people I've ever considered as friends. And who knows? Maybe we'll meet again someday.

After all, that's the trick with life. It changes.

Sincerely yours,
Aria Wells