Did anyone think that colonizing a new planet would be so...boring?
I mean, you had to think we're going to a new planet right? We might meet some aliens, go on some crazy adventures. I'd have a job like 'space cowboy' or 'space soldier' or 'frontiersman'. It wouldn't be easy but you'd at least have an epic tale, right? Something to write home about? Fond memories that, when you lay dying, with the last bit of life slipping away from your mortal body that you could say "Yes, this was worth it. I'm glad I went."
But what have I done? I built a greenhouse that almost got us all killed and then I was sent to collect logs. I've watched this stupid basketball movie 52 times. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Can a giant worm burst through the core? Or like, some sort of alien warrior? Security team handing out rifles to everyone, we're all shooting and even though half of us die, we drive them off? Can I, even with no military training, survive, win the heart of the girl, become the leader of our people and deliver them a new golden age?
Ok maybe I don't want that. I'd probably be one of the dead ones. But still, as I sit here in my bunk, eating yet another plate of spinach and waiting to watch the same movie for the 53rd time I have to ask:
Is it to late to become a space cowboy?
-Adrian Mitsuro, Employee of the Atlas-Mitsubishi Conglomerate