It seems the aetas dispositurator worked. We flew through the chrono-synclastic infundibula without much trouble, and emerged on the other side, quite unharmed.
However, I couldn't give you the details on where…or when, exactly, we are. Chalupa thinks we're somewhere in the vicinity of the Cat's Eye nebula, but her navigator hasn't finished triangulating, so it's rather a rough estimate at the moment.
I'm guessing we're either in the very distant past or future as I can't recognize the star formations around here. The chronometer seems to have malfunctioned as well. Perhaps the pulse from the infundibula was too strong, and we were thrown to a time beyond the measurements stored in the database. But Chalupa's not worried.
Not far from the ship (only about half a light year away; it's amazing I hadn't noticed them sooner), there is an amazing pair of twin suns. The first one, fat as one of Linda's best pancakes (you know the ones), glows beautifully, and the second, much smaller one, pulses like a firefly in the night. They pull matter from each other in the most darling way.
There's not much to see around here, so I think I'm about done. The chrono-synclastic infundibula should be stable soon. When it stabilizes, I'll send you that signal so you can teleport the provisions to me. Could you do me a big favor and pack a couple Twinkies? It's lonely in space and I've got a craving.
Tell Linda I'm doing fine, and Chalupa is fine too, although she's a little out of it. This morning, she calculated the volume of the larger sun in miles instead of kilometers, imagine that! Her circuits may be frazzled.
Until next pulse,
Stephan.
(Concept of chrono-synclastic infundibula swiped from Kurt Vonnegut and altered to my fiendish liking.)
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