Daily remember that you can be a cosmonaut today.
Get in the fleet, the ship, the flag will arise and the chemically advanced prototype biosphere will erupt with it and you will breath pure void and vacuum from space.
Grab your nonsense and return them to Sol-3, you won't need any more if it here arrived, the space is big enough for us all and even with that beautiful event happening today. This ship, the spaceship, The Nautilus 0, the first of it's kind finds aboard a plethora of problems.
People are requesting to open their windows, how do we tell them that if they do we all die... And they request to change the menu, we have enough food of course, we can generate it at any point we want but. It would be not only unnecessary but a luxury of energy that we cannot prevail on a singular dish for a singular person, hope you understand.
And the Nautilus marches to the void and the void marches back at us and we all come together in the vast nothing that is the space at these speeds, the sun quickly fails to reach us with it's warm and so the general heating system we prevail starts working full vauve, as it should do.
And even quicker the Nautilus approached full darkness, not even outside with a flashlight would you see a thing, that's why we supported ourselves the ideas of the thermoprintable wood on blacklight, all we have to do is look down to notice the footprints of everyone, and that's the good thing of it, we can recognize each member from each tripulan that tours here to experience the real abyss of no light at all for their whatever time. We must admit that it is quite a satisfactory feeling even it with all the creepiness that might return to your body once the gazing stops and the cold reaches, and with it the unnerving feeling of unease.
Each worker have their own uniform and boots, with their name in it so we can at least us, now who is where during this part of the travel. A difficult part in all of that ultramaritimate experience. At least here there is no waving that could make you sick...
Or well, that is without counting the case of Kirchtessee's that erupt in the float of Nautilus every long travel, you see, this is a ultraplanar travel, we go from Sol-3 to Alat-10 which is a new found tourist favourite since all of this emerged, a normal place overall, giant trees that reach out of the biosphere as petricite, gargantuan lakes that could be mistaken as oceans, and caves big enough to fit London 10 times in them and not reach the bottom of them. Quite a place to go explore, so you know.
The Kirchtessee's were named after Jonah A. Kirchtess who was the "Patient 0" of this newfound illness, you'll see. It's a pathology says now the professionals of the mind but that is bullshit I call, if anything it's simpler, some people aren't "fit" enough to go under the abyssal darkness that gaps the two planets, and all I mean is that, they lose their mind under it! It's ridiculous never did we had so many people claiming to have it and inventing stuff about that now. For a new view for you, let me put it in another way.
We have a photon teleprompter here, meaning we can send messages, in equal time, well, faster here to there. And the messages are partly cramped mashes of information and the other bigger part, literal messages and progression of the travel "hour by hour" also bullshit. They expect us to be hourly? For them it's almost 3 hours between each and worse once we cross this darkness, it's not 4 or 5 hours no, it's 7 days. An hour here it's a week in there and even with that distance it's barely something we should be preoccupied with?!
In any way, this "illness" is simple, someone feels sick, they get stressed and erratic, that's the first face where the medics call it "Sintobiosis Nerviosa" or nervious behaviour come on, it's not that hard to spot but what really worries all of us are the second and third phase, in the second there is a noticeably change in the mood of a person and if not treated quickly it may leave permanent scarring in the tissue of their cheeks, since it makes them manic, really manic, it's not something we can see but we hear it all together, and the aftermaths...
God bless the cleaning department gets well paid, I am just saying that. The sound of scratches and gentle moans of pleasure are two in two, either a couple is trying to set a mark like if this was an airplane or it's someone who wants to open his mouth to full extent, why? don't ask me! all I know is that the phase 3 is the worst. They start to cry and mumble like little water dogs, all of them scream and screech loudly with tears in their eyes, wanting to know why "it" doesn't get out.
Between you and me... "it" is nothing, people just lose their mind at the real efervecense of darkness, that's all there is from what we are told but, as your guide in The Nautilus 0 I must recommend, don't look out the windows during the darkness, even if you see the same you would if you look at the ground, doing that is the only thing the current 26 patients did before.
I wouldn't be scared, there is no such thing as a presence here, little that we can survive! being realistic? forget about it all, just. Well, keep in mind that the restricted zones, are restricted for a reason and that of when the light goes out, go to sleep and wake up seeing the double star system where Alat-10 sits.
That being said, I leave you alone so you can enjoy the stablishments of The Nautilus 0, good travel.
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