Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 362==

Austin has managed to make their food processing system more mobile and adjusted it to work with the sand.  I'm not sure how nutritious it will be, but the consistency has at least improved.  The surviving sun church leadership know the continent better then most, so they have been tasked to take care of the population and try and get it, eventually, to Wolflake.  They may be able to use the river for transportation.  I'm not sure where it ends or if it connects to the other rivers, but it's flowing in the right direction.  As for us, we're trying to figure out what we want to do with our lives.  We're tired.  Maybe it's time to retire.  Mike and Cherri are probably going to settle down and summon up a family.  Marcus and Raina pretty much already have.  I'm pretty sure we can find something to keep ourselves occupied in Aeyllin aside from being research subjects.  Maybe I can take up a teaching position and spread the advancement, maybe get myself a new body, maybe not.  Hopefully we won't make the same mistakes that the founders of New Paris did.  If we do, I can only hope that the next group manages to fix our mess.  So here we are.  We were taken here against our wills, forced to fight to survive.  We did, we adapted and we fought back.  We crushed civilizations and helped found new ones.  We changed the world.  We survived.  We are Terrans.  We will always find a way.