A511 Planet Observation Log

A511 Planetary Observation Log·Prologue My name is Kate Rowling. If you were born on Terra, you would have heard of my story to some extent - the first global chief scientist, the childhood sweetheart of the legendary marshal of the coalition government, the legend who disappeared from the world at the celebration banquet. But most of the legends are false, but I am indeed the Marshal's childhood sweetheart, there is no doubt about it. Eternity was too painful for me, so I stole a decommissioned reconnaissance ship, randomly threw the navigation coordinates, and jumped to the edge of an unknown place. I'm going to call this planet A511. There were no medals, no reports, no "Researcher Carter Rowling please give your remarks." It was just me, an old deep-space observatory, and a disconcertingly long silence. This journal is not meant to be seen by anyone. It is just a murmur that I talk to myself in loneliness, a love letter to the void. But I recently discovered that the magnetic field fluctuations of planet A511 will periodically open a miniature wormhole, connecting to space-time coordinates that I cannot trace back at all. So I decided to throw these logs in all at once. Like a drifting bottle thrown into the sea of ​​stars. If you've read this far— Don't come to me. I'm tired of the hypocrisy of the empire. I can't do anything about the oppression. I exiled myself and now I'm free. Cat Rowling Staying in orbit A511 for the first Terran year