March 10th,
2037
1122
Dear Space
Diary.
I’ve got 3 minutes to get back inside my ship.
Only problem
is, I can’t find my ship.
I’ve found a ship. But it isn’t mine. This one
looks old. Much older than mine. And whereas my ship... whatever it’s called (I
probably should keep track of things like that) is spherical, this one is
conical.
But it’s
silver, like my ship. Whereas everything else here is, well, pink.
You know what? Science later. Being alive now.
1123
WHERE is my
ship? It could be anywhere in this rubble.
1124
I’m out of
time. Hang on, I think I’ve found the door on the other ship.
1125
It’s open!
Who knows what I’ll find inside, but it’s the best shot I’ve got.
1126
Inside. Door
locked.
Air is
pretty stale. Ugh. But it’s clean. Could definitely do with a recycle though.
1130
I don’t
believe this.
This ship is
from Earth!
Unless it
was built by aliens that looked like us, followed the same basic aesthetics and
design as us, and had the same word for “Toilet” as we do.
Speaking of
which, back in a minute.
1138
Oh, that’s
better.
1150
After some
searching I’ve found the main console. Impressively, it still works. My thanks
to the inventor of fusion power. That stuff lasts forever.
Took a
little hunting through systems, but I
managed to turn the fans back on. Already cooling down in here, and the
air’s starting to freshen up a bit.
I wonder if
they’ve any food.
1151
Ah ha! A
supply closet. I wonder what kind of supplies they – Oh my God.
1153
Well, this
is definitely a human ship.
It appears though,
that what they keep in their supply closets is, well, humans.
The universe
is very ironic at times.
From the
state of her (I think it’s a her, but I’m not really that knowledgeable on
skeletons to be honest), I'm not sure if it was being kept there or... um...
just rolled in there at some point. She seems pretty broken up about it.
I'm sorry, mystery skeleton. That was uncalled for.
I’ve
politely shoved her to one side while I search for food.
1204
Nothing.
Bugger. Oh well. Six hours to wait, and then I can go looking for my ship.
BEEP!
That came
from the cockpit!
The screen
is flashing. I must have triggered something.
<INCOMING
TRANSMISSION>
__
WHO IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON OUR SHIP?
WHO IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON OUR SHIP?
MARY? IS
THAT YOU? WHY HAVEN’T YOU ANSWERED BEFORE NOW?
__
<END
TRANSMISSION>
1210
Er, no, this
isn’t Mary. Mary’s unavailable.
Who is this?
1240
<INCOMING
TRANSMISSION>
__
IDENTIFY
YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY. YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON NASA PROPERTY. SELF DESTRUCT
SEQUENCE WILL DETONATE IN ONE HOUR IF YOU DO NOT VERIFY.
__
__
<END
TRANSMISSION>
1241
What? NASA? Don’t
blow me up! It’s me! From your stupid mission that landed me on this stupid
pink planet!
1315
<INCOMING
TRANSMISSION>
__
WELL, THIS
IS AWKWARD.
__
<END
TRANSMISSION>
No comments:
Post a Comment