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I'm in space right now. On a meteor, to be exact. There's a gigantic building here with all sorts of huge rooms and hallways and secret passages; it's fascinating, really. I've been taking photographs of a lot of things, which is something that I did when I first started going to Earth a lot-- everything was new and interesting, and so I wanted pictures of things that seem boring and everyday to me now: telephone poles, buses, certain buildings.

Time moves strangely here, which is one of the reasons that I picked this place. It's easy to go back to the Vatican for missions or spend time in New Jersey, and it's quiet here-- there are only twelve other people on this entire world, and I don't actually know most of them. I'm also by far the oldest person here, which is a little strange, but not unwelcome. Overall, this is a good place to think about things and to consider conclusions that I'm coming to.

Those secrets were more pointless than usual, weren't they. I really think that they've just become a big joke (not that they were much more than that before). Did anyone actually get anything useful out of them?