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+0stygian - y	/stygian/instinctual_stuff.txt
 0Cilix - 07-A Hitch	/Cilix/07_a_hitch.txt
 0Cilix - 06-Straight Down The Line	/Cilix/06_straight_down_the_line.txt
 0SS Beagle - Second_Entry	/SS Beagle/Second_Entry.txt
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+57/13/FD3A 2:30
+
+"Uh."
+
+I mumbled, as I started feeling unlike myself, again. This feeling creeps up on me, quite frequently nowadays.
+I was always under the assumption that I could live alone, anywhere, as long as I was aware of what I do and 
+what I shouldn't do.
+Even though I don't follow what I just said in the previous sentence, I had a good amount of faith in it.
+It didn't give me any satisfying result for a few days now.
+	
+Its been more than a 'millenia' (according to the time-sense of 'the humans of the old') since I left that
+homely blue lil' planet,
+which I give the least amount of damn out of all other unnecessary events I reminiscence.
+But I still remember few thoughts of my teenage years which based my attitude.
+One of which is 'a lass is pretty hard to please'. Having a bad experience with girls,
+I ran out of my house when I was said I had been engaged to a daughter of some rich family(?).
+I sprinted my way to a government-funded teleporter,
+yeeted myself to 'The Great Human Explorer' space program institute,
+registered myself for a solo-ship and naming it 'stygian',
+and spending quite a bit of my pocket-money in order to bribe the officials,
+to have my ship manufatured under foremost priority so that I could leave as early as possible.
+I stayed in a tiny motel for a few days 'til I received the message that I could fly to space.
+
+I rushed to the Miru Space Station, boarded my 'stygian' and had a smooth takeoff.
+As I floated up in space, crossing pass the satellite which had kind of (atleast visually)
+trapped the lil' blue planet, I felt free. I had no one nor anything that I missed in there.
+Families had become very smaller during that time, unlike the previous century of that time,
+when nuclear families were prominent.
+During my teenage years, only couples and their children till they reach 16 existed.
+After reaching 16, parents were legally liberated from their duties of babysitting
+and teens had also made to know that they ought to not depend on their parents henceforth,
+which wasn't a surprise to them (or us) as we were brought up being taught of it.
+Any family drama or emotions of the very old had become non-existent during that time
+(history says so, I frigging have no clue if the ancients had made their kids
+indulge in familial love or whatever bullshit in that blue planet).
+I just felt a bit sorry for the lil' lady who was to have me as her fiance.
+Quite unlucky she was.
+But I had a satisfying letter written for my family and my has-been-for-a-short-time fiance,
+regarding my departure.
+My parent's wouldn't have cared, but I was happy that I atleast gave an explanation.
+
+With that, I also had decided to stay alone and not find a mate.
+It was fine for a very long time. But now, it seems like its not possible.
+I think that my humanly instincts have started to kick in.
+I feel like missing something- a comfort, a safe-haven, a person to confide,
+a person to have my arms looped around their waist, a person to hug and a person to kiss.
+Maybe I'm reminiscing a bit too much or whatever. But the feeling have intensified quite a bit.
+I have to find a way to suppress it.
+
+"Oof."