#since i thought people would pronounce is as N-Co-She instead of Cou-Si (the n is pratically silent)

[yoonyia]

she asked me what my worst fall was, I replied with a simple answer

"we're falling into space, the worst fall is when we all hit the everything and die."

she smiled at the truth, or maybe she thought it was a joke, I don't think hurtling to our deaths is very amusing but shes the one running a country so who's to judge her. Not the 25 year old lady she was roommates with when she herself was 13 that's for sure, but then again who else could this girl talk to?

I asked miss Cousi questions. It was mostly stupid nonsensical questions. Something along the lines of 'how have you been?' and 'what is your opinion about intergalatic warfare?'. She cares about none of it, so her answers do not matter. I listen, I smile and I nod but I am not paying attention, unless she puts effort into her answers she will not get a reply out of me. What does falling into space and hitting the everything even mean? I was referring to injuries, why can't she understand that? I know she's not dim she reccorded the highest test scores in the entire history of the program, she's doing this to mess with me isn't she. She assumes I already know every experience that has ever happened to her, which I'm starting to think isn't far from the truth, she lives such a boring life its hard to even monitor without the system clawing for useless mandated signals. Just because it has been 6 months of her life and 20 years of mine doesn't mean she can't have done things I don't know about! She hasn't changed at all, I don't know why I assumed she would. It is human nature to assume you are the center of the universe and time and change revolves around you and you only, but weren't we chosen to live on this colony because we had no such misgivings? What was the test to get us on that rusty broken ship for anyways? Too many questions, what is she even talking about now, what question did I even ask, why can't you talk about something other then xenobiology, you're talking to a politician not a fellow member of the pampered art of looking at mold in plastic trays. She's exhausting, I regret every trying to talk to her out of pity, she needs no pity, she wouldn't have cared if she came back and everyone she knew was dead and english wasn't used anymore. I'm going to bed Cousi, (you don't deserve honorifics) I hope I never have to hear from you again.