Friendship
After the depressing turn of my last transmission - to be honest, all of them so far - I decided to give the pub a try. I do believe I hinted at this previously, but it has finally come to pass.
After giving alcoholism my best swing, it's probably not for me. However, I did meet someone there. So while I will not be escaping to the bar to drink my sorrows away, I've decided to continue going there for the secondary purpose of socializing.
While I was there I met one MR-DA66. Quite the funny fellow, he requested I call him "Dax". Now, I am originally from Mars, and as I recall they aren't too fond of informal naming there. I've only ever gone by my Residential Coding Number. When I moved to Earth that number changed, and even then I never picked an informal name to go by. My former friends on Mars still call me MR-E7AB. Well, they did. They've gone out of the system now, and we lost contact.
Besides the point. He was strange. He had apparently come to Earth for some sort of leisure trip some Sols ago, and had been staying illegally since. He never filed for residency, but since the planet was going to be destroyed soon anyways, I suppose they stopped checking documents.
He told me a lot about his life, family, and plans before death. I was fascinated the whole night. I barely noticed when the sun rose the next morning, even though I've been trying to keep track of that more often. He had me completely enraptured. He told stories like his tongue was the pen of a lesser god, straight out of ancient texts pored over by students around the galaxy.
I don't think I've ever met anyone like him. And I probably won't ever again.
I hope to see that man again.