The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

So it happened today that i woke up, which in itself is actually a good thing, you don't want to sleep a full day and wake up missing it the day after because something significant can happen everyday you live.

The problem is that nothing significant happened, I am still waiting for the great war to unfold between universes, I am still searching for 42. It is a road that leads nowhere, but without a destination, don't all roads lead somewhere, but ultimately nowhere at all? You'll just wander forever until you reach the end of the universe, the point of Origin. I find myself questioning my motive to go there, despite what Charles said, despite the importance of the mission or quest if you will I find myself alone in a spacecraft that is bigger than it should be, over the top even, commanded by a madmen.

This king of Mars, who interrupted our delivery to Alpha Centauri to fight some crazy war in the Eastern Nebula because some turnips became corrupted. Whoever cares about turnips anyway? Nobody likes them except for dwarflike creatures that call themselves gnomes. Strange, but true, it seems that Martians are also Turnip lovers, or so they were before their planet got molested by them. Brutal, as I could see on the Martian News networks, much bloodshed and ultimately the universe record breaking turnip stew that ended the invasion, But I digress, there are important things to consider.

We are still en-route, Bob is having fun, but for some reason I feel we will part soon, if time can even be defined in soon and later in this strange new fiction. I only hope that when I do reach the point of Origin, I can find meaning. The dreams become unbearable, the visions of this child, helpless in his room frighten me, is it another universe, or is it merely a room in this universe, I can tell it is a human child, but of what world it originate I cannot tell, there is clearly something wrong, there are voices not of the child, the visions break often to what seems to be a bad horror movie between a zombie and a skeleton, fighting over bandages. And always this number, 31? I do not understand, I cannot understand, I must hold on to my sanity, it has begun, the spillage of other universes converging with this one. I thought there were thousands of years still. It seems no one else cares or notices, but people are become more insane around me by the minute.

We must escape the universe, go beyond its borders into infinity. I cannot go there, I am touched by the part 299, binding me to this universe, I learned this the hard way in another time, when I came back from the future to warn myself of my destiny, I did not belief it, I did not even know it until the memory was triggered by the oncoming insanity. It falls to Bob, my trusted sidekick to go there and await my message from the point of Origin, what the message will be I cannot yet say. As only the point of origin can reveal the secret to saving the universe. Why this crazy war, why did the turnips go crazy? Is it all a convergence of the giants of entropy? Are they finally moving? I do not know, I have not seen the destroyers, they would come soon, or are they already too late? There is too much confusion here, I cannot see the end, or is there even an end, will it just be a resetting of the cycle?

These names, Zarkov, Tweekerhead, who are they, what do they want? Is it just a malign entity playing tricks, or is it somehow related to the fate of the universe? What could be beyond the point of Origin, and what is this number I keep getting? 31, a room? Too many questions, not enough answers, I must sleep and hope for a deep dreamless night, for tomorrow we will stand on the battlefield, and I must save the glorious turnip's incarnation from the onslaught, for he holds the key to the point of Origin.

- From the diary of 'Bob' / Somewhere in time.