March 10th,
2037
1850
Dear Space
Diary.
What off
Earth?
Yesterday I
saw Mr Rock, inside my space craft, get vacuumed up by an alien death tube.
Yet here he
is, sitting outside the Zubrin with a smug, stupid smile on his face.
Admittedly,
I drew the smile with a permanent marker, so it’s kind of my fault if he looks
unnecessary smug.
But this
doesn’t answer the main question. How did he escape? How did he get here? And
more importantly, why?
…Mr Rock,
are you alive? Have I in fact discovered the first silicon based life form in
existence, only to draw a smiley face on it? Or am I just being paranoid, and
there’s some other reason that a lifeless rock could disappear only to return?
Am I in the
presence of a space magician?
1852
Mr Rock, if
you’re alive: do something.
Wait, that’s
not fair. Who says life has to function the same way that life on Earth
does? What if inactivity is the norm for
rock based life forms?
1854
Mr Rock, if
you’re alive: stay completely still.
1900
…That proves
nothing.
1903
Ok, you’re
freaking me out, Mr Rock. I’m going outside until I decide what to do with you.
1905
THUMP.
1906
Opened the
door. Nobody. Mr Rock is sitting there, though he’s moved slightly. Weeeeiird.
Stop that,
Mr Rock.
1908
THUMP.
THUMP.
1909
I said stop
it!
Ok, get a
grip. You’re currently yelling at a rock to stop annoying you. Think about this
for a moment.
Hmm.
1910
THUMP.
Right,
that’s it!
1912
Opened the
door. Mr Rock is gone.
But instead,
there’s a Lightdog.
1915
Who isn’t doing
anything.
1917
Look, what
do you want?
1919
Forget this.
I’m going insi –
THUMP
1925
Well, it was Mr Rock who was making that noise.
But it wasn’t his fault.
Lightdog
appears to have been throwing him at the door. I know this, because he was a
little too quick this time and threw it before I’d actually closed the door.
Something
I’ve also discovered: Mr Rock packs quite a punch. He bounced off and landed
outside, so I shut the door before Lightdog could get in another throw.
There were
some instant ice packs in the cabinet, they’re helping keep the swelling down,
but it’s sure going to smart in the morning.
Speaking of,
I should get some sleep. I have to figure out how to find my ship in the
morning, and I have no idea how.
A good
night’s…
THUMP.
…sleep’ll…
THUMP.
…make all…
THUMP.
.
…the
difference.
THUMP,
THUMP, THUMP.
Ok, that’s
enough! Stop it Lightdog! Bad Lightdog.
1927
Opened the
door. Mr Rock lying near a couple of fresh dents in the door. Grabbed him. Try
throwing him now.
Lightdog
doesn’t have a face, but if it did I hope it’d have the decency to look
sheepish. What are you going to do, steal me again?
1929
…That wasn’t
a challenge, you know.
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