February 10th,
2037
0700
Dear Space
Diary.
Six days
adrift. May have gone a little crazy for a while there. Yelled, screamed,
lashed and kicked and smashed the wall with my fist. I stopped that eventually,
because it didn’t seem to be achieving much, and I realised how incredibly
stupid punching the only thing separating you from a vacuum was.
Also my fist
hurt.
After that I
just gave up. I stopped writing, I stopped reading, just stared out into the
void as I rocketed through it. I even stopped eating. As it turns out, NASA
have filled this ship with systems that monitor my well being, and if they
detect low nutrition and/or extended periods of inactivity, it goes into what
the pamphlet calls “Automatic Feeding Mode.”
That was...
uncomfortable.
Minor scare
yesterday: went through a meteor shower. Most missed,
but one smacked straight into the side. Bounced right off. This ship is
very well made. Kind of makes you wonder
how they intended to blow it up.
Don’t answer
that question, NASA.
So here I
am. In an indestructible ship that won’t let me die, with a near infinite
supply of fuel and food.
Also a
crossword puzzle and a book on origami.
0753
Half of
these puzzles are already filled in. That’s pretty cheap, NASA. Especially as
it’s a digital one.
0834
This Origami
book is actually pretty interesting. There’s this story in here about a legend
where if you fold one thousand origami cranes you get your wish granted. Nice
thought. It’s just a pity I don’t have any paper or I’d... wait.
0950
Twenty-five.
1440
One hundred!
2144
326, 327,
328... Oh no. I’m out. I’m out of paper. There’s no more pages in the book.
DAMN IT!
2215
In
retrospect I probably should have counted the pages first. I’ll keep that in
mind next time I start attempting to use a 1500 year old Japanese legend to
grant me a wish. It was a stupid idea anyway.
So here I
am. In an indestructible ship that won’t let me die, with a near infinite
supply of fuel and food, and 328 paper cranes.
Also,
there’s no gravity.
2220
I liked that
book. Sigh.
I’m going to
bed.
2340
<INCOMING
TRANSMISSION>
__
ATTEMPTING
COMMUNICATION BOOST. CAN YOU READ? I REPEAT, CAN YOU READ?
...WHY IS
YOUR SHIP FILLED WITH FLOATING PAPER BIRDS?
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<AWAITING
REPLY>
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