Unlimited Books, But No Book

A small, soft-cover book with a single binding string around it sits on Twilight's coffee table. A half-empty inkwell sits beside it, a still-wet quill inside. The front of the little book reads Journal.

The rest of the Library is quiet, most busy with the middling of a sunny day.

1003 P.N.M (Post Nightmare Moon)
March - Monday - 9:34 AM
Against my better judgement, I've elected to begin a journal; at least during the week I won't be able to talk to him very much. This Journal will pertain specifically, to; ~~Him~~ ~~The Human~~ ~~The Alien~~ (There's one more crossed out attempt, but it's so severely scratched out, it's impossible to read; seems she finally settles on just his name.)
Barnon.

I'm watching Barnon (Section 1-a of ~~Microwavial Life~~ Alien Life) on the Holopad, (See Subpage 13-b of Twilights Microwavial Research Notes) on the Camera Feed (Page Pending) that he provided for me. Most of the views don't tend to show much movement, but they're pretty to look at. I've seen space from my telescope before, but it's different seeing space... from space. Well, not from space physically myself; could you imagine? Sweet Celestia, I wish I could see it myself. No Pony other than Luna has ever gone so far; and that is hardly a topic she's willing to converse about.

No, but the technology that Barnon has at his fingertips (Human & Barnon Anatomy Sections 2-c through 4-e) is beyond anything that anypony in Equestria has on hoof. From what little I've seen, and heard from Barnon, it's... remarkable. Faster than light transportation through space, a supposed entire intergalactic network of other alien life; he even talks about these Drone things, not like Changelings, but little 'Robots' that can catch his ship while it flies to deliver supplies. Imagine something faster than Rainbow Dash, catching her during her Rainbow Boom, to deliver her something?!

And to him, it's entirely the norm. I'll come back and add the appropriate references to the other topics, like this entire galaxy of Aliens, when I find more information and finish the pages I'm currently working on.

But I'm getting off track. Barnon pilots the "Ship-Post" (He snickers whenever he says it, but refuses to allow me context.) and works as a Deep-Space Miner and Ship Recycler. He flies through Space, taking contracts from various businesses, to attain valuable materials from wherever they normally appear; other times, he finds broken or abandoned vessels, and straps the valuable parts to compensate the loss of the entire ship.

It's a fascinating process.

Currently, he is mining Borutine, a blue-tinted metal that develops in clusters deep under rock. He is currently above a planet called Trion-3, near its Moon. (He explained that Uninhabited planets are typically named the same, and Numbered based off the name of their associated star system.) Something about a chunk of asteroid that was pulled into Orbit, and a Survey Probe picked up the Borutine signals.

Borutine is apparently a luxury / high demand material, used sparingly for important pieces in some niche technological works. He said it should be a well paying job. (Side note - They do not use Bits, but Credits. A non-physical Currency that is stored in Chits, and managed through an elaborate system that still eludes me. Something about "Online" and "The internet", which is apparently where I found... the Human things. That were oiled up.)

Right now, my informational inflow is severely limited. Barnon has (Understandably) limited my access in the Holopad with something called Parental Controls. Whenever I try to go to his "Goo-ghel Search", it requires a password. The 'Hint' for the password simply states "Quit Trying, Purple."

Fair enough.

Also; No, I do not know why we both speak and read the same language, despite our severe differences in Physiology. And while I have researching that on my Planner, I'm far more concerned about what even brought us together in the first place.

Looking at the Camera feed, Barnon has some kind of... laser, he produces from part of the machine that is strapped to his back, instead of a Unicorn horn on his head. But it's not magic. He said it was pure Energy? He slowly carves out the stone around the Borutine, before taking the large chunks, and floating them towards his Ship-Post. Watching him work as if nothing weighs anything is confusing, but I think I'm starting to get it.

Barnon says he's alone, but that his "Ships AI" helps serve as a second worker. I can see the ship, using a large metal 'arm', automatically reach for the drifting chunk of ore, pulling it into the underside of itself. Fascinating. I'd love to meet this AI.

I should write about Barnon, too. He's nice. At first, he wasn't; we had a very rude meeting, but reviewing the circumstances, he didn't react in a way that any Pony might not react. Our Microwaves (He claims his is a Macrowave, will require research to prove) merged, and our food at the time either combined, or replaced. So, when I ate my food; it was actually his food. We just happened to be eating near-similar meals at the same time.

Actually, a lot of our interaction seems to be full of coincidence. I refuse to believe this is by chance; they just keep piling up. But; Barnon is actually surprisingly... fun to talk to. He apologized, reaching out to me about it. He made up for it, cooking something for me. We've gotten to chatting, quite a bit, and he's... I like him. He's different than the Ponies around here. Obviously, not just because he's an Alien. But, I find myself looking forward to every chance I can to talk to him. He leaves his side open; so I constantly check mine to see what he's up to.

He's also alright with being observed. He usually meanders about his ship, in some variance of clothing, typically light, busying himself with the variety of items he's procured. At first, it seemed boring; why didn't he leave? Now, that I know how his job and home works, it makes sense. It's a continual lift and fall of enjoyment to requirement. He spends time relaxing and using his income, then takes a job, works hard, refills his cashflow, and repeats, trailing around space as he takes jobs. There's a whole society up there that wants the things he mines for, and he's apparently not even the only one.

Talk later, Journal. I can hear someone at the door.

Barnon hums the theme to "The Krogularkian Five" to himself, bobbing his head as his mining laser busts open the next ore deposit; the music softly playing in his helmet keeping him distracted.

He was glad he stayed up until like 4 AM, Galactic Standard Time. Wouldn't have had first dibs on snatching up the Contract if he didn't.

As he works, Barnon keeps checking on the little chest-camera he'd strapped to himself, making sure it was clean of debris, and angled well.

He wasn't sure how much of this Twi was actually watching; he'd have to ask, later.

Well deep into his thoughts, Barnon tosses the next chunk of ore towards the Ship-Post, watching the mechanical arm automatically move to intercept it, the bottom storage hatch opening.

...This job was gonna pay pretty good. Borutine has a low melting cap, so he has to aim carefully. But, means if he does his job well, big bucks.

Maybe he should buy Twi something. She'd get a kick out of that.

"Hey, Ship." Barnon crackles over comms.

"Yes, Bitch?" Still funny.

"Start a Spamazon Wishlist. Title it "Purple Porny.". No autocorrect."

"Already done, Bitch."