Friday, October 5, 2012

163rd Entry


April 3rd, 2037

0308

Dear Space Diary

“How she doing?”

Well she appears to be breathing. That’s a good thing, right?

“Yes, breathing is a good thing.”

How long have I got before I pass out?

“Hard to say. 3.0 had hours, but I can’t say how long you’ve got.”

…Hard. To say.

“There’s a lot of factors. Weight, lung capacity, heart strength. I’m smart but I’m not that smart.

I thought you were. You always seem to know everything.

“That’s sweet, but no. So tell you what, stop wasting your oxygen flirting with me and go save 3.0.”

I wasn’t flirting.

“Just shut up and go.”

Going.

“I’ve boosted the oxygen flow to 3.0’s tube. Given you’ve blocked the other end, this should hopefully make it much easier to see.”

0314

Ok, I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news.

“I hate that combination. What is it?”

Good news is I can see the leak. Also 3.0 had plenty of duct tape left, so I can use that to plug the leak good enough to get her back inside.

“Fantastic! Oh I’m so pleased. Wait. You said there was bad news. Is there bad news? What’s the bad news?”

Well, I can’t reach it.

“What do you mean?”

I’m currently cabled up to 3.0. Which is a short cable. And the oxygen tube is a very long cable. So we’re here. And the leak is waaaaaaay over there. So I’m stuck.

“No you’re not.”

Eh?

“It’s simple a matter of thinking it out. You are tethered to the door of the ship by the oxygen tube.”

So?

“Sigh. So, you infuriatingly stupid person, simply pull your way along the tube. It’s zero gravity. 3.0 will come with you.”

…That actually does seem kind of obvious now you mention it.

“Depressingly so.”

But hang on, I don’t want to put too much strain on 3.0’s tube. It could tear it further. Then we’d be completely screwed.

“You have an oxygen tube too, you know.”

…You don’t have to make me sound stupid.

“You’re right. I don’t.”

0315

“How goes the abseiling?”

I’m going up, not down. Well, technically sideways. So it’d be rock climbing, not abseiling.

“Oh of course, sorry.”

Who’s stupid NOW, huh?

“Still you. That person who’s life you’re trying to save. How’s that working out?”

We’re getting there. The leak is close. It looks a lot bigger from here.

“I’m pumping the oxygen through pretty hard. Thought you might have trouble seeing it.”

We’re not going to run out or anything are we?

“We’ve got a passenger list of about 100-200 less than they were expecting. And the ship has oxygen recyclers. So that’s a double no.”

Does that means that’s a yes?

“Me and you are going to have to disagree on the grammar.”

You and I.

“I could turn off your oxygen right now.”

But you won’t.

“Why not?”

Who else would help you with your grammar?

“That’s it, you’re dying. Nice knowing you.”

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

162nd Entry


April 3rd, 2037

0300

Dear Space Diary

I’m nearly there.

“How does she look?”

Fine, I think. Just floating away.

“That doesn’t sound fine.”

I’m attempting to stay upbeat. Give me a minute. Nearly there.

0302

Got her. She’s… she’s out cold.

TAP TAP TAP

“What are you doing?”

Trying to get a response.

TAP TAP TAP

Nothing. She’s out.  We’ve got to get her some air soon.

“I don’t really know why the levels are so low. Does the suit look ok?”

Nothing wrong that I can see. No cracks or tears, tube’s properly connected.

“Take a closer look, if there’s a tear somewhere we need to patch it. Otherwise we can’t get the oxygen levels back up.”

Can’t I just carry her inside.

“You can, and you should be doing that anyway, but that’s more time without oxygen. If there’s something wrong we need to fix it now.”

Ok, ok, I’m just… not that comfortable with examining a woman in close detail. Feels a little prying.

“You’re not sexually harassing her, you’re saving her life!”

And that’s going to stand up in court?

“Just do it. Besides she’s in a space suit. How much are you really going to see?”

Ok, ok, fine.

0304

Nope, suit is good.

“And?”

You have very nice legs.

“Atta boy.”

So if they suit is fine, then why is she losing oxygen?

“I really don’t know, if the tube’s connected as you say –“

What about the tube?

“Pardon?”

The tube. What if the tear is on the tube.

“…that’d do it. And nothing would register on the monitor for the suit itself!”

Only one problem. That tube is very, very long. And it’s going to pretty hard to spot the leak.

“If it’s leaking, you should be able to see the gas escaping. If the flow is strong it should be pretty easy to see.”

Was the flow strong?

“Not especially.”

Can you make it stronger?

“Well I can, but then if you patch it 3.0 will suddenly get a much larger dose of oxygen.”

That’s good, it sounds like she needs to catch up.

“…It doesn’t work that way.”

It doesn’t.

“Gases 101. Not enough oxygen: bad. Too much oxygen: also bad.”

We’re fussy creatures aren’t we?

“Yes. Speaking of fussy, have you found the leak yet?”

I’m looking, I’m looking.

0307

“Well?”

Nothing yet.

“She’s running out of time.”

Look, this isn’t working. She needs oxygen, now.

“Ok. Feel like doing something drastic?”

Sure, why not.

“On the back of your suit is a loop through oxygen cable.”

A what?

“Sigh… a big blue cable that says “oxygen loop through.”

Found it.

“Plug it into the oxygen pass… into the orange plug on the back of 3.0’s suit.”

Ok. Done.

“Now, switch off the main oxygen tube on her suit.”

What?

“I’m increasing the oxygen through your tube and splitting it between you. It’s not much but it’ll keep her going.”

Enough for both of us?

“No. So hurry.”

Monday, October 1, 2012

161st Entry


April 3rd, 2037

0245

Dear Space Diary

…Did she just pass out?

“I think she did.”

3.0? Why did you pass out?

“I’m not sure she’s entirely in the position to answer that.”

I was hoping it would provoke some kind of sarcastic response. Or indeed any kind of response.

“Can you see her on the camera?”

I can, but… she’s not moving. I can’t see her face. Can you check her vital signs from here, or anything?

“No, NASA are curiously non-invasive when it comes to space suits. No needles or anything.”

But plenty of tubes in uncomfortable places.

“Yes they’re quite keen on those. But I can see… Oh.”

What is it?

“Her oxygen. It’s low.”

She’s not getting air?

“No it’s there. Just very low. Much lower than it should be. If she’s been out there and been getting not quite enough oxygen, well it would take a while she would –“

Pass out?

“Yes. Which appears to have happened.”

And if she doesn’t get more oxygen soon, what happens?

“Well, on a scale of Bad to Worse: Heart Failure; Brain Damage; Coma; then Death.”

I’d like to avoid all of those.

“So we should probably stop talking?”

Yes.

“Hey, where are you going?”

To suit up. And get 3.0 back inside here, with all of our lovely oxygen.

“You’re not going to –“

To what?

“Um… Panic?”

What are you implying?

“When you think something bad might happen… you have a track record of panicking.”

I’m not sure I appreciate that comment.

“It’s true.”

Maybe so but I don’t appreciate it. Anyway, I don’t think something bad might happen, something bad IS happening. There’s a difference.

“So you’re not going to panic?”

Not planning to.

“Well… good. That’s good. Good.”

Yes it’s good. So, we should probably stop talking.

“Yes, let’s do that.”

0249

I don’t know if there’s a Guinness world record for ‘Space Suit Putting On’ but I think I’d be a contender.

“If there is, they probably have a better name than ‘Space Suit Putting On.’ And what happened to not talking? 3.0’s in danger!”

In order to go outside I need the airlock to be opened. Have you opened the airlock?

“…I’ll get right on that.”

Thank you.

“Ok, it’s opening.”

Great. Here I go.

0255

“How are you doing?”

Climbing as fast as I can. Guess I’m a bit out of practice. She’s still a fair way away.

“Still not moving?”

No. I’d better climb faster.

“Faster than as fast as you can?”

That’s not helping.

“Sorry. You know the whole you’re not panicking thing?”

Yeah?

“Well, I might be panicking a little.”

Deep breaths.

“Don’t talk about breaths! She could be dead.”

Hey. Mary. It’s ok. We’re going to save her.

“And if we don’t?”

Then it won’t be because we didn’t try.”

“Ok, that’s good.”

Good. Hang in there, Mary.

“You’re outside on the side of a spaceship. I’m inside on a comfy chair. You hang on.”

Will do.