TRANSMISSION
CONTINUES:
January 1st
– 2016
My name is
Maria Harrison, Captain of the Zubrin, and I’d like to wish you all a happy new
year!
You can’t
hear it, because this is a text journal, but I just blew one of those party
noise making things, whatever they’re called. But I did. Yay!
February 1st
– 2016
Actually,
what DO they call those noise making things.
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…Noise
Makers? Really? Well, at least you get what you expect.
Also:
Nothing to report, ship continues on course, no delays expected.
March 3rd
– 2016
Nothing to
report today.
EXCEPT
THAT IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!
I’m very
excited. 19 today! All grown up and everything. No longer the youngest person
ever to go into space, but I was when we started! Take that, other youngest
person!
I’d blow
the noise maker again, except it floated behind a cupboard three weeks ago and
I haven’t been able to dig it out again.
NASA
caught some flak for sending a teenager into space, but argued due to the
length of the trip they wanted someone who would still be fit and young when
they got back.
They were
originally going to send a monkey, but decided against it because some animal
rights guy (Peter somebody) objected. Also, monkeys aren’t really able to keep
logs. Plus I hear they throw poop at things.
Besides.
I’m like, awesomely mature.
April 24th
– 2016
6 months
in space. Been a long time since anyone has been in space this long, not
counting the international space station. Anyway, that was shut down two years
ago.
It’s an
important day. Both for science, and for me. Difficult to know how best to
commemorate it.
…I suppose
I had better take the Christmas decorations down.
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Here’s
some advice. If you ever find yourself taking down Christmas decorations in
deep space somewhere between the moon and Mars, (bear with me here), I
recommend making sure you’ve tied the streamer down before you go to take down
the next one.
Long story
short the ship is now full of floating streamers.
It’s
pretty, I’ll admit.
…No, I
should take them down.
September
20th – 2016
Been
looking over the log. I probably should have written more. But there’s been not
much to say.
Hello,
there’s an asteroid outside the window. A big one too. Should tell NASA.
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NASA just
replied. They’re a little worried based on the ships reading that it may be
large enough to pull me into its orbit. They’re going to do some calculations
and get back to me.
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Doo doo
doo.
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It’s been
two hours. Asteroid is getting bigger. Hurry up and calculate, NASA! I really
don’t want to moon an asteroid.
…That came
out wrong.
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Bad news
from NASA. It turns out the asteroid is big enough to a) pull me into orbit,
and b) Hit Earth and wipe out everyone I know.
...I’m not
sure I’m wild about either of those options.
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