Space Journal - Day 1

An epic quest has begun! Having wandered deep space for many months now, no companion but Computer, I had begun to think if there really was any profit to be made as a galactic community police force. I had been assigned a sector of 100,000,000,000 metres squared to police. Population: 7. But today Computer recieved a distress call, (recited in the standard New Zealand accent common to all galactic police forces.) It directed us to an area of space we hadn't traversed before, though that may be due to the bloody great Black Hole present in the area. Even as I write this, we are being sucked into it's gravitational vortex. Bits of my brain feel tuesday, and I'm pretty sure six of my eight senses are being mixed up. Computer seems to have begun reciting "knees up mother brown" And I'm beginning to talk in 0001111011001111010111. It's a one way trip to the unknown. This distress call had better be urgent...