I think I really should start using quotation marks when I'm talking. From this point on I'll have a lot more to do than just talking.
"Oh, I hope this doesn't feel weird to everybody else." Although I had no idea why I was worried about such trivial stuff.
Honestly, I cannot really tell if getting stuck in this universe is a bad thing or a good thing. I'm stuck in an alien universe with strange people, but they don't look too bad. I probably won't have a problem surviving here, and maybe I can even climb up and become an influential figure in this system, who knows? If a war starts, though, I can only pray for help from the other side of the Polydeuces gate, or that's what I like to call that wormhole that's placed right next to Dione's tiny eponymous Trojan moon sitting at its L5, the one I used to get into this place, currently deflated to microscopic sizes.
Anyways, while waiting for my ship to get refueled and the feedstock I ordered to arrive (in space, most likely), I looked out. The desert covered by whatever hydrocarbon that rained down from the upper atmosphere sure is brown, but I couldn't care less about that. I was searching for drone activities in this region. I want to learn more about how people here do their job. I wish to study how this universe works.