Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

::::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; October 27, 2012 I'm hanging out on the deck of a ship. My ship. I've been locked from my own quarters, By an extra terrestrial that I met along the way.

On this night I may come to my senses about this squandering journey. Or I might just spin this wheel one more time. "If circles could get over themselves," A voice from the past passes through a tiny speaker mounted to my receiver.

"Yes. Come in!.;" I spoke through the glass. But my attempts were futile So I allowed my self to drift while I waited for the extra terrestrial to return.