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Like my father and his father before him, I have taken over and progress in the desert... If all goes well, I expect to reach the red funnel 51 in the middle of the spring 2250. According to my calculations, that should put me one hundredth of the way there.
January 2192.
My turrethorse is tired. It is very slow since the cube fell on the light bridge at level 42. I remember the last time I heard its voice, 5 or 6 years ago, I made a wrong movement and it said "there you are". Since then, nothing. But yes, there I am...
November 2201.
The head is slippery. Don't know why... Is it me or my turrethorse? Yet it never rains in this desert. I have to stay alert, not to fall. I decided to stop keeping a logbook for a while. I'll keep you informed...