March 11th,
2037
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LAST
COMMUNICATION RECEIVED 16 HOURS AGO. PLEASE UPDATE.
HOW DID THE
WHOLE TUBE THING GO? WE’RE ALL REALLY QUITE INTERESTED.
MIND YOU,
THERE’S NOTHING REALLY GOOD ON TV.
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ALSO, BEFORE
WE FORGET, THOSE MISSILES ARE QUITE POWERFUL. YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO FIRE THEM
IN A SMALL, ENCLOSED SPACE.
JUST A
FRIENDLY WARNING.
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1215
Dear Space
Diary.
So that was
an impromptu bout of unconsciousness. Last thing I can remember is the tube I
destroyed hurtling downwards towards the ship, then I blacked out.
Not only is
it the last thing I can remember, but I’m fairly certain it’s going to stay
with me for some time.
Credit where
it’s due, I have to admit that NASA makes an extremely resilient spaceship. As
far as I can tell from where I am, there’s nary a dent on the Zubrin after the
tube hit it.
This makes
sense when you consider that NASA still haven’t come up with a better landing
strategy than “pick your landing site and hit it really hard.”
Where NASA
do still need work, however, is their interiors. No, I’m not referring to the
decor, although I will admit that white stopped being fashionable round about
when they stopped making iPods. No, I’m specifically referring to the fact that
very few pieces of furniture seem to be securely fastened.
This wouldn’t
be a problem in my old ship. Mainly because there was nothing in it. There was
a chair and the feeding tubes, both of which felt pretty secure.
The Zubrin,
on the other hand, is a much more – for want of a better word – luxurious ship.
Comfy chair, several cupboards, and even a table where Mary could eat her
nutritional paste in comfort, if not delight.
All of
which, incidentally, are currently pinned on top of me. I cannot even begin to
move.
Also, Mary
appears to be trying to eat my foot, but I don’t think that’s intentional, I
think that’s just where she happened to roll in the confusion.
1225
Kicked Mary
away. Feel a little bad about that for some reason, but having a 20 year old
skull latched on to your foot is not conducive to calm, reasoned logic.
1230
Because of a
rather action packed series of events, I haven’t eaten in about 24 hours.
Getting pretty hungry. It’s all quietened down now, so it would be the perfect
time for a snack, but I don’t think that’s going to be an option.
1330
I must be
starving. The nutritional paste is starting to taste really delicious in my
head.
I’m actually
not that far from one of the tubes. Maybe if I stretch out my hand...
1335
No good.
Just out of reach.
Another
rumble from the rock pile. Maybe if I’m lucky it’ll shake this stuff off me.
1337
Mary’s
rolled back and is now biting my elbow.
I’m hungry
too, Mary.
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