The sun set too quickly this evening, reminding me of tomorrow’s tour. Well, at least the second test fire is completed, I thought to myself, and all three guns operational. The rumor is that the southern villages have built something bigger than our hand gun. Our gun assures us that we should not worry (as most cocksure man-chines would), and that we should not worry. The gun then quoted an old terran phrase I at first did not understand, “size doesn’t matter”. This gun is wise indeed…

         We docked the handgun, stopping at a food villa for noodles and scarab sticks before turning in for the night. Tomorrow will be a long day…