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Dear Space
Diary
Curse this
infernal sun!
Not our sun.
I love our sun. I miss our sun. The sun I’m referring to in this particular
case is the one that Splat is currently orbiting around.
As sun’s go,
I don’t especially mind it, for the most part.
It’s warm, but not boiling, it makes it easier to see things during the
day, and it has yet to explode and engulf this planet in a flaming ball of
annihilation.
Not that I
consider that particularly likely, but you know, covering all options.
The key
issue I have at this point is the day part. They last 48 hours out here.
And I’m
trying. To sleep.
Anyone who
paid attention in school will almost certainly tell me that it’s nothing to do
with the sun at all and is in fact due to the speed that Splat is rotating on
its Axis.
Which is
very true, but “Curse this infernal rotation” didn’t have the same ring to it,
and “Curse the infernal Axis” sounded too much like a quote from a World War II
movie.
Also, I’m
tired, so cut me some slack. Going to try and sleep again.
0130
Sigh.
0200
That
reflection is still flashing away in the distance. I could go out and check it
out now. No. Too Tired.
Hmm. Could
have sworn it was over to my right though. Seems straight ahead now.
Probably
just the rock glaring in the sun. It’d be afternoon now, relatively speaking.
Speaking of
rocks…
0220
I’m no
geologist, but this rock appears very… rocky. And extremely dull. Doesn’t
really look like anything, apart from a rock. Just a dull misshapen blob.
These holes
on the front do kind of look like eyes though.
I think I’ve
got a marker here somewhere.
0300
The rock now
has a face.
0310
Man I’m
tired.
0330
Mr Rock, as
I’ve taken to calling him, is sitting on the console staring at me. In an odd
kind of way, he’s kind of comforting. Good to have a pet. Especially as he
doesn’t require walking, feeding, or cleaning. He just kind of sits there.
0400
I love you,
Mr Rock.
Ok, this is
getting weird.
0430
Strange, reflection
is on the left now. Why is it moving? Mind you, it’s all getting a bit hazy. I
desperately need some sleep.
0450
The sun’s
going down! Night time at last!
0600
Sure taking
it’s time though.
0700
Getting
dark. So tired. Going to try and drop off now. Any… minute…
1000
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WHY HAVEN’T
YOU CHECKED IN YET? PLEASE RESPOND.
1030
HAVE READ
YOUR REPORTS. IN FUTURE PLEASE ENSURE SLEEP HOURS CORRESPOND WITH NASA HOURS OF
OPERATION.
1100
ALSO, IN
FUTURE PLEASE REFRAIN FROM NAMING, DRAWING FACES, OR OTHERWISE DEFACING OR
ANTHROPOMORPHISING OFFICIAL NASA TEST MATERIALS.
WE WANT A
NEW ROCK. GET ONE.
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1230
…wow. I was
really tired last night.
Mr Rock is
pretty cool, though.
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