Chapter 4

Seven months have passed since I ended up on this planet, Betty said it's a junk planet. It's an accurate description. The landscape is filled with shipwrecks and punctuated with radiation leaks or worse piles of sentient cutlery.

On a brighter note, I have established a base of sorts in an old Silurian ship. I even have a bed and everything, so overall things are looking up. Since I haven't had any near death incidents recently , my thoughts have become quite introspective.

I turned 13 two days ago and apart from not dying, I haven't really done much. There's only so long I'll be able to survive like this. Being stranded on a colossal heap of space trash is pretty dangerous but also somehow really boring.