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Samuel Alexander richbach the third's  Journal

To my dear Journal<

It seemed fitting to begin writing a journal, to keep track of progress, to record various findings, and if this project fails to provide a warning to any who may try to repeat my experiment.

I must make it clear, right here right know,  I never intended to drag anyone into this insane venture but my self, indeed I began this experiment at a time in my life when I had not much to live for. I was getting old, I had done all on earth I could ever hope to do and I was bored. On top of that I realized quite suddenly that among all my travels, all my riches, and all the wild and raucous partying I had never done anything worth being proud of.

I was pretty much like any other rich stiff, I had seen it all, done it all and for all I had done I felt I had done nothing. I went into a deep depression, feeling hollow, empty, sad. I had no family(One must realize that my great riches came not from hard work but inheritance, I came from a rich family, a family that I was the last of and subsequently all of their collected wealth had eventually fallen into my hands one way or another)

There was no one to pull me from my depressed state except my self and I felt in no hurry to do that. It was a strange epiphany that brought me out finally. It happened suddenly, as I stared moodily into a bowl of cornflakes, watching passively the small brown flakes float about. My mind began to imagine each cornflake as a tiny island, and each island self sufficient, filled with life, something new to offer me. A seed of thought dropped and sprouted suddenly from an itch in the back of my skull. The thought was to buy my own island, to start my own country, a country of me. An easy enough thing as I had the funds.

I called my realtor in that very minute and she dug up the possibilities. We went through 30 different islands and near the end my realtor, poor woman, was becoming desperate but  there were no islands that caught my attention, and Tahiti was not for sale.

I turned moody again and got out my box of cereal hoping for another epiphany. I watched those flakes for a full hour as they slowly turned soggy and sank to the bottom of the bowl, not a single flippin Idea came, and I ended up feeling just like a soggy cornflake, useless, flavorless, and wet.

I felt sorry for that soggy mess in the bowl and decided it would not kill me to eat it and while I sat their chewing on those sad soggy flakes and letting the sweet milk drip down my chin I turned my attention to the halo newspaper on my table. I passed my hand over the sensor and there from it jumped the image of that days paper, a spaceship centered on the first page.

I almost didn’t read the paper, Space travel was so old hat, I had been in space probably thirty times, had even bothered to learn how to pilot a ship, for all that good that had done me, but for some reason I read that paper. The title, NEW FRONTIER IN REAL ESTATE, AMBITIOUS HOME BUYERS LOOKING TOWARD SPACE, jumped out of the page at me, I nearly gagged on a particularly soggy cornflake as another epiphany struck me in the face. SPACE! Why should I settle for an Island if I could have a whole planet!?

I called my realtor again, she hung up the phone on me, mumbling something about how she did not intend to spend the rest of her life trying to find some picky old coot the perfect planet.

I called another realtor, one who specialized in planets. The person on the other line at first seemed very agitated,  I gathered from his train of speech that he had received several prank calls already, I told him my price range and he became ever more agitated, telling me how he was going to report me for harassment or something like that. I told him who I was and his tone change. Suddenly he  became very excited, stuttering into the phone that he was very very sorry for his disrespect and rambling on about how people seemed to think space reality  was a joke. I told him how I certainly hoped it was not a joke and then, rather impatiently, told him what I planned to do.

He turned quiet, for the fist time that whole phone call, the said in a shaky voice that he would see what he could do. He sent me the possibilities and I suddenly realized why he had seemed so shaky, the price range for even the cheapest planet was way beyond my means.

I almost gave up right there. Who wanted to pay 10,000,000,000 $ for a blink’in planet, my funds where limited to 5,000,000,000. I had been ready to spend all of it, but I had never though it would be beyond that.

He spoke quickly, telling me how property in space was very very cheap, but getting their was very very expensive, most people were simply content to buy property on an already settled planet, to actually buy a raw planet and settle in my self was something entirely different from simply buying the property and moving there. I was about ready to hang up and eat some more cornflakes when he said something about a planet that was more my price range, about 7,000,000,000 $. He told me it was a small planet, slightly smaller than earth(which is pretty small by galactic standards) with a small sun. It was on the outskirts of what was considered available to anyone(meaning it would take out 10 years travel on the fastest spaceship available to market(Including the supplies needed to keep me alive the first year this would also cost a couple billion) and that it had very cold winters, as well a handfull of apex predators I would have to deal with. It was raw(never even been set foot on) and he told me I would not have access to the normal assistance newly settled planets often had.

I think those soggy cornflakes must have been messing with my head, because I did something crazy, I told him I would take it. He suddenly turn very business like and faxed me the papers, asking me to sign them(There was a 20,000,000 dollar down payment  lock on the papers that I had to pay before they would even let me open the documents. There was a moment when my brain seemed to wake from my soggy cornflake induced insanity but it passed quickly. I was going to do this, it would take work, it would take time, and it would be the biggest and riskiest adventure of my life. I payed the lock and opened the papers, reading quietly the information it provided.:

PLANET: Ty4g9

Life sustaining ability: Medium

Risk level: Max

Probable outcome: Initial disaster