29th SEPTEMBER 2518

As I write this, I am travelling back to my own Solar System.

As I said farewell to Junior yesterday, I began to weep.  He was alarmed as he thought I was leaking and was about to die, but I calmed him by letting him know this was just what humans did when they felt extreme sadness.

Junior had trouble understanding.  He asked whether I was sad because I was homesick.  I said no, that’s not it.

I told him, the reason I liked it here was because I seemed to fit in better than back on Earth.  I shouldn’t have been born a human, I don't understand their society.  I’m not sad because I miss my home, I’m sad because I’m about to leave it.










P.S. Remember to destroy this journal

If I don’t, Skeyla’s fucked.