"I'm late in the game. I am just getting started. I haven't even begun. I am not even quite sure what year it is or where I am."
I am at the cafe right now. I am completely out of it. I came here to the space station to relax and kick back. I've been traveling for a long time, and I am tired. I just don't want to do much of anything. I am exhausted.
Every now and then I have to dock, fuel up, and check my bearings.
The bleak weariness of space gets to me.
Currently I am at a populated cafe at the space station. People are on their devices, or engaged in talk with one another.
I am here to mind my own business, and I am glad that people let me do that here.
There was a problem with an alien with tattoos on his face. He decided to fall asleep at the table next to me, but the problem was taken care of by one of the locals.
Outside the cafe, there is a line of shops. I like to go out there to smoke, and just watch all of the aliens and humans walk by, conducting their business, or doing what they need to do.
I just observe and absorb.
I am an artist on a transitory ship. I have androids on board to assist me. I have my art studio on my ship. I like to paint there and do my thing. I often need supplies, though.
I don't like to be stuck on one planet for too long. It isn't my style. I prefer to be on the move.
There is a lot of life to live out there.
I've had varied success as artist. Sometimes feast, sometimes famine. I'm going to have to work on the feast part.
My clients come and go.
With my art, it takes a long time to finish. Also, my overhead is through the roof. I need to find a cheaper way to live.
My coffee is good. It is getting close to the time when I need a refill.
There is an alien who just sat down. I can't tell if it is male or female.
Anyway, I've been on a pretty tight budget in the last year.
I am a human, but I like hanging out with all different kinds of aliens. It's fun. I like variety. I don't like things to be normal. Plus, humans have this co-dependent tendency that I can't stand. They get to be somewhat clingy. I'm a person who needs a lot of space, and a lot of solitude. I can't make art in a void, though. I need to be around various life forms which helps to give me reason and energy to even make my art.
I've been happy lately, happier than I've ever been, but yeah, I could use some more galactic credits coming my way.
The sexually ambiguous alien appears to have at one point to have been a male, and got modifications to become a female. I look at it, and it all just doesn't seem to work. In other words, I just don't buy it.
Everybody's mind is different. I have found that it is better to just be my own person, in my own space, in my own time, and in my own way.
I try to mind my own business, but it isn't always possible. Sometimes, a person's desire to interrupt me is greater than my desire to not interact.
People tempt me sometimes, and that is how I get into trouble.
I have had my brushes with The Intergalactic Police. I can't say I am a fan of theirs. I try to stay out of their way.
For some reason, they don't like artists much. My programming and outlook on life is very different than theirs. They see things in terms of black and white, and that is a very narrow spectrum with which to view life. The IP are their own private club. They have files on me, but they got nothing. I haven't done anything wrong, unless it is a crime to be alive. Sometimes they make it seem like that it is a crime.
I was born on Earth, but I realized that I identified more with aliens. I haven't been back there for a long time.
They always called me strange and weird, so one day, I said, "F**k it. I'm leaving, and I ain't coming back."
"I've had it up to here with humans," Daiv said pointing to his neck.
"Just thinking about humans is a good reason to grab for a shot glass."
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