~~YARN KNITS A LETTER SWEATER~~
At first, I was hearing voices. Now, my ship is behaving oddly. I don't think it's Leon's fault, but he's still not speaking to me so I have no answers.
I'm bored and have only limited travel capabilities. All I can do is spy on earth and think about the eccentric occupants of the universes. It's as if someone or something is pulling every piece of my ship apart and putting it back together again like a misguided colony of Freebots.
Never heard of a Freebot? That's odd; I thought everyone had heard of the Freebot Builder's and Dismantling Association, a planet located on the outer banks of the Loomicka Quadrant. It is an interesting name for planet, I'll agree, but what can one expect from a colony of robots?
Freebots are divided into two categories, or sects as the natives say. One sect is referred to as Builder Bots. Builder Bots frenetically construct some of the highest quality precision machinery in the universes. Give a Builder Bot a piece of gum and a few wires and in an hour, you'll have a fully functioning alarm clock or a miniature replica of your SpacePod. Give or take a few ingredients.
Once you have paid for your newly constructed item with precious metals or old electronics- Freebots have little use for real money, it would be best to leave the planet as fast as possible. Seriously, the other half of the Freebot population is just as passionate about their occupation.
The other Freebots call themselves Unbuilding Bots, an unsophisticated term. Obviously the skills a robot has in technical intelligence, it lacks in creativity.
One may easily guess what Unbuilding Bots do every second of every day. They write poetry. Nah, they disassemble everything they touch. Unbuilding Bots can dismantle an entire planet in a week, and they are often used to clear the way for new construction.
If you happen to visit the planet called Freebot Builder's and Dismantling Association, I would not recommend staying the night. Visitors may awaken to find their beloved SpacePod dismantled and reassembled into a robotic personal assistant or a high tech hot tub.
Don't say you weren't warned. Perhaps the next time we speak, I'll have regained control of my ship and will be able to discuss topics more pertinent to Izzy and Eliza's story. The universe is a crazy place.
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