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I got nothing and I’m three sheets to the wind. Heat and alcohol don’t mix, and I’m having another meltdown. Not because of heat. So, I’m cooking. I don’t know how to cook, but I’m using purple tomatoes from hydroponics—and beer. Would you like me to load a recipe? I don’t need your recipes, Al.
It’s like Shrodinger’s fucking cryo in there. I finally psyched myself up enough to take a walk among the tombstones in cryonics an hour ago. To pay my respects, say something, sing Amazing Grace, I don’t know. 3000 souls. I didn’t really know any of them, but I scrolled through the subsystem figuring I might
New plan. I’m going to HALO to the surface. I’ll let the grav ring burn through atmo and act as a heat shield for as long as possible before I jump out. Then it’s just a matter of steering clear of the wreckage, deploying a parachute, and landing safely. On land. Hopefully. Al says the
Had another emotional rollercoaster today. I intercepted an encrypted message between com relays and got my hopes up. A sign that someone else is out there. Turns out it’s bounced for a while, years even. The original sender might be long gone. Maybe it’s from 600 years ago. I know, I know. The heat’s getting
This will be a bit touch and go. Bad news first. Not like there is any good news. Ok, that’s just… stay on topic. I know why the thrusters won’t fire. Because there aren’t any. Gone. The main engine is melted. I don’t know what could have caused that kind of damage, but it wasn’t
I’m in the airlock, strapped in. I don’t know why I’m recording. This rig is like a second skin, and I’ve done this hundreds of times. I just want someone to remember me if it goes to shit—if someone’s even out there. Guess the grog is making me sentimental. To be clear, I don’t drink
Name’s Lizzie. Elizabeth… Betty, and what does the computer do? Put on You Can Call Me Al. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I’m no data analyst, I’m a mechanic. But Al, if you’re accessing my logs, analyze this. I hate Betty. And I like metal. With the sensors gone and most other systems
I give up. I don’t even know what date it is. The ship’s computer brought me out of cryo yesterday and it’s acting completely out of whack. For starters, it can’t tell me the exact date. Its best guess is my suspended animation lasted 600 years. Its guess. It’s a fucking knowsoft. So much for
Henrik Refsnes 