Saturday, July 20, 2019

7/20.19

I miss breathing.

I thought it would be my hands, or how I see the world, but it’s cool. There’s haptic responses on the gathering tools, so I can feel the dirt, and the sensor array gives me colors I didn’t have in life.

From the speed of light, and the relay bounce, it will be about ten years before you get this, along with the data from the soil and atmosphere. I’m not used to the color of the sky, or the position of the stars, but it’s okay. I’m glad I’m here.

It’s just odd what you miss.

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