amended
I am an Eternal Spring flowing under dirt.
In the year 3459 humanity has conquered quite a lot, we've built spaceships, discovered new planets, and all sorts of friggin cool stuff. Thing is though, with all the advances in technology, there has also been advances in crime. Most fashion nowadays is very punk-ish and indie, don't blame me. Same can be said for music, most music nowadays is punk, garage, and other stuff like that. Culturally this is quite a nice place for me, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Since you're listening to this, congratu-freakin-lations, you've made it into, "Alienati Movendus" Welcome to the show.
Stewart tunes up his ship as he does often, some people were supposed to be arriving, "I hope they aren't a bunch of inconsiderate twits like the last bunch of them." He mutters to himself as he works on one of the doors, it's been moving a bit slow lately. Stewart takes a break and grabs some drink can and some food pouches, he has a small lunch then gets back to work.
Stewart tunes up his ship as he does often, some people were supposed to be arriving, "I hope they aren't a bunch of inconsiderate twits like the last bunch of them." He mutters to himself as he works on one of the doors, it's been moving a bit slow lately. Stewart takes a break and grabs some drink can and some food pouches, he has a small lunch then gets back to work.