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This is Mr. Airhose, speaking from that little crack between night and day; the thin copper wire of the cosmos, where time slows down and truth has just enough time to get a word in. I've been thinking about how the void is not a punishment, but a place where the noise dies down just enough for you to remember your name. It teaches us who we are, but perhaps more importantly, it teaches us who we are not.

On a less existential note, the Fellow has become HOSTILE! Well, not really. I think he just likes to play and he thinks it's fun to bite my fingers. It's funny how such an intelligent creature can have such primitive tendencies. I think at the end of the cosmic day i have the upper hand in cognitive ability, yet even I need training.

I am thankful, as always, to move along in my journey. And I am thankful for you tuning in. Without further adeu, let's blast off together.

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It's Mr. Airhose, sending out a 14:14 for all with ears to hear. My navigational charts are scattered, but knowing where you are is overrated in my book. All I need to know is everything I've come to know and that which comes my way. Before the day when the grinders are few and the windows are dimmed, I refuse to take it all in without gratitude and a sense of wonder. Yes, these wonderful wanderings and thoughtful ponderings are overflowing with mercy, and I have received far more than I could have ever deserved. I'm keeping an eye out for a space stop or a welcoming planet where I can work on the navigation system, thankful for another transmission coming in offering exactly what I need to get to where I'm going. Costs counted and significance recognized : Receiving Transmission.

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This is Mr. Airhose sending out a transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise, with a code 14:14, reliable as ever. Sailing through the cosmos with breathtaking clarity and ease of mind, I'm pleased to say that my travels have provided for me more than distance from a place I was so tragically rejected by, but also insight beyond all that I could have anticipated.

Not only that, but I've gained a friend; a small marshmallowy quasidimentional fellow known as a wisher by race, and while he can not speak, it is known that his affection for me grows by the cosmic day as mine does as well for him.

I find myself here in quadrant 10-Q Gamma Trace, the exact coordinates of a brief misunderstanding between two very different galaxies. It's not that either of them are wrong or right, it's just that they are almost entirely unalike providing for what some might call irrational and confusing conflict. The amount of gas poured on the flame does not match the intensity of the explosion, so to speak.

None the less, here I am drifting peacefully between the quarrel, simply thankful for the opertunity to say, "Receiving Transmission."

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It's Mr. Airhose, sending out another transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise with the understanding that everything I have has be received, and I cherish it all as a gift. There's something about the cosmos I am finding more and more apparent, and it is this; that light is everything. For as dark as the relentless void continually proves to be, it can not overtake the light that is more continually introduced. As far as I can tell, as much as I can see is only due to what illuminates, and my bet is that in the end, darkness will be exhausted as enlightening sources prove to be more certain determinations of reality.

Pardon my waxing inspired.

The Fellow is wee and the ship is shape, and the cosmos continues to whisper. With ears eager to hear and time ever streaming, Receiving Transmission.

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Mr. Airhose here, tuning in and sending out another transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise . You know the drill; 14:14 is the code, the cosmos is the road, and i have been training for this my entire life.

The Fellow is well and still lacks a definitive name, but Fellow suits and the two of us make a great team. Considering all that we've been through i feel like we were connected from the start. Maybe that's true. Maybe everything is sort of connected in a way. Or mybe that"s just the underlying paranoia that everyone in the cosmos is afflicted with.

Anyways. I won't waste any more time as often life has little to report. Always the same, yet constantly changing. Let's check out this incomming transmission to see what's new.

Recieving Transmission.

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This is Mr. Airhose sending out a transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise. A word to anyone seeking meaning and fuel for the continuation of their journey: code 14:14 is unbeatable. It is because of this that I am alive and well with plenty of drive. When you don't need to worry about devising your own schemes to distract you from reality, life is good. Life is beautiful. Life, and everything that comes my way, is a gift that I could not deserve, and gratitude, as always, is of the utmost importance.

The Fellow and I have become quite fond of one another as we learn what is beneficial to us both. He likes a scratch beneath his quasidimentional cheek as positive reinforcement, enabling me to successfully encourage him as he encourages me. It all seamed so one sided for a while, but now I see we both have plenty to offer one another.

We journey on with Godspeed and resolve, ready for the cosmos and whatever we can contribute finding ourselves integrated in many a galactic community. We're safe. We're here. And we're ready for what may come. And we couldn't do it without the abundance of transmissions that come our way. Tune in. Blast off.

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This is Mr. Airhose sending out another transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise. I'm happy to say that my journey into the cosmos has been filled with such lovely transmissions and thought provoking experiences that I find myself reassured of my occasionally doubtful premise that life can not help but to be beautiful and everything is going to be alright.

Upon upgrading my navigational identifier, I can now say with a fair amount of confidence that my location is currently in sector QF7 Minor Adjunct Beta, with a note claiming that this sector of the cosmos was originally thought to be named with great importance, but the committee responsible for the designation later admitted they were simply trying to meet a filing deadline.

The Fellow, as I have taken to calling my marshmallowy friend from Stafili, is as great of a companion as any cosmonaut could ask for, continuing to not only be loyal, but also helpful.

as always, I am deeply grateful. Full speed ahead as transmissions await.

Receiving Transmission.

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This is Mr. Airhose sending out a transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise. My excommunication from planet earth after a failed light mission at first left me with feelings of profound rejection and unavoidable grief, but now as I have embarked on this adventure into the cosmos I am finding myself coming to a greater appreciation for life and the beauty of experience.

I still have hope that one day I may be able to return to the only home I've come to know, but in the meantime transmissions I receive have given me undeniable proof that outer space is only as cold as its inhabitants are willing to put up with, and we're all united under the atmosphere of hope and understanding that keeps us from freezing over. If not planet earth, maybe there is a place for me somewhere out there, and the code 14:14 persists in guiding my way.

My mildly concerning brief passing through sub region FLR9-B has allowed me to pinpoint my location generally in sector Gama 12, where it is said that asteroids politely wait their turn, whatever that means, so I can safely bet that my awaiting moments should remain mostly undisturbed as i pass through docile territory, apart from its potentially hostile sub regions. But as I have been experiencing, transmissions are abundant in the vastness of the cosmos.

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