We were able to meet a local farmer on the road, and he was so kind as to invite us home. We shared food, and managed to convince him to trade us local clothing, in exchange for our modern clothing. The new clothes are scratchy and weird, but not particularly unpleasant.
We are spending the night here, all sleeping on straw here in a separate house where they mostly keep animals. It is not comfortable, but certainly new and exciting.
Tomorrow, we will ride on a cart (pulled by one of these fine animals) over to the nearest city, and talk to the administrator in charge of this area. We will see how things go from there.
I have been trying to sleep, but I am too excited. I have seen, and met, and talked, and traded with a people who would probably not be able to join the Linked Systems until hundreds of years in the future. A people, moreover, who have not been seen or heard of in over 500 years. What would this mean to the historians who have studied the launch of these colonists as a historical event in their planet’s history? What would they think if we told them that the story didn’t end with a revolution toppling the ruling caste of New Montreal, and causing people to lose their tracking lock on the generation ships? What if we could tell them the history of the generation ships, and how the descendants of those brave travelers eventually did land, and did survive, and are living peacefully to this day?
I am just babbling on now. I should sleep, I really should.
I am on the cusp of history. My ancestors would be proud.
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