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 Last night we died.

Today we woke up in another solar system. After confirmation that our Patterns were present and not corrupted in the Forge System's hard drives aboard the Wulf Orbital, our Patterns here were "disabled" (picture a technician changing .pdf to .wtf and you get the idea).

At that point, as far as the universe is concerned, the only place our patterns technically existed were millions of miles away aboard a space station hurtling around a planet that no intelligent life had ever visited.

With the Forge reporting "ready" for the three of us, we were sedated and euthanized. Aboard the Orbital, Pattern completion was achieved and printing began automatically. Several hours of printing later, we awoke in orbit of Wulf 3.

The Wulf system had been chosen due to its almost identical planetary layout to Humanity's home solar system - A yellow dwarf star, orbited by 7 planets, the third of which was positioned a mere 20 million kilometres closer to its sun. Still within the habitable zone, breathable atmosphere, liquid water... no life. The perfect place for curious humans to go poking around.

So here we are, freshly baked and ready for our next journey - to Wulf 3's surface. Rather than redeploying via Forge, we'll be taking a lander down to the surface. Our "save point" now set as the Orbital, should we run into any surprises on the way down. For now though, we're resting and filling up our new bodies with the finest printed nutrients. Resurrection really takes it out of you. 

If all goes well, my next update will be from the surface of another wooooooorld! Exciting!

Here's something awful to ponder til then... if the same system that printed me, printed all of my food, does that make me a cannibal? 

Great, I've given myself the heebie jeebies now.

Love you bye!

-Cas