Lost..in space.

Day 1
I was awoken by a loud mechanical churn. Gears grinned and produced an awful mechanical screech, a screech that no doubt made me wonder what it was and where it had come from. I should not have been able to hear anything...i shouldn't be awake. Rolling onto my stomach i put my hands to the cold metallic floor and raised myself to my feet. i approached the thick transparent windows and looked out, absolute darkness, and barely seen were stars that lined the entire horizon. As my memory came back to my, i was not surprised to learn i was in space and i was in fact by myself. The mechanical grind had stopped by now, and there was only silence. the engines of the craft never made a noise as the living quarters were far from the engines. Looking out the window i realized there was a problem, i was on a 400 year expedition, and i was awake. Panicked, i went over to the computer and checked the date log. it was 290 years into the expedition...there was defenitly a big problem. slowly i walked back to the cryogenic chamber, and saw the slow flashing of the malfunction light. i was 110 years from my arrival point and i was awake.

Calmly, i walked back to the computer to search for a repair manual for the cryogenic chamber, there was none to be found. i whispered as calmly as i could to myself "fuck". The first thing they taught in the academy was to never lose your cool, that is why i was chosen for this mission. Nothing could have prepared me for this turn of events though. Searching my memory for any relevant information was useless, it would take about 25 years to send a message back to earth, and another 25 to receive one. I'm already 37 years old, i don't think i can survive for another 50 years with the limited food resources i have here. Regardless, i decided to send a message. "Dear who ever is in charge now, this is an emergency message being sent to you from Captain King, i am currently in distress, i have awoken from my mission 110 years early, and my cryogenic tube is malfunctioning and i have no knowledge of repairing it. please respond asap, i am scared."

Pressing send i got a shiver that ran down my back, and a feeling that told me i would be dead before i received any message. First things first, i had to see how much food i had and ration it. After counting it all out 10 times, i found i had enough food to last me about 46 years...if i could stretch it out enough i might be able to survive!

Day 2
i went about my daily tasks i had arranged for myself, first thing was to exercise, then some maintenance on all the systems i had been trained to repair. this kept me busy for approximately two hours. nothing was left to do but sit around.

Day 8
Today i discovered someone...or something else is on the ship with me, i could hear them moving about. dropping things, scratching things.

Day 17
My Paranoia of something or someone else on this ship is just that, i have become hysteric and have noticed the beginning symptoms of cabin fever. Today while searching for the sound i kept hearing and mistaking for something else, was actually just various parts of the ship making appropriate noise.

Month 6
Nothing has changed, the ship remains reliable, my body remains strong, the food is lasting more than i thought. except my mind, is ripping itself apart. sometimes i wake up in odd places or with odd tools in my hands. i fear i have developed a second personality. I can only hope this is not true, or that if it is, my second personality is a good person with good intentions.

Month 8
My Situation has changed immensely for the better. The second personality i have developed is a genius mechanic. I seem to be fixing the cryogenic chamber every now and then when i seem to doze off.


1 Year + 2 Months
Everything is ruined. i have damaged the cryogenic chamber beyond repair by smashing in the glass fronting with a wrench. i woke up with a large wrench held in my hand and shattered glass around me. i am not going to make it.

1 Year + 7 Months
My mind is a battlefield, i woke this 'morning' and smashed everything, the computers, the nav systems, the life support. The worst part is, it was not this alternate personality, it was me, i woke in such a rage at everything i had to destroy my prison. but i couldn't not. here i am, trapped, like a bug on a paper airplane i soar to my death. I did have one option left.

1 Year + 7 Months
I turn to my last option, my last possible option. On ship they have one suicide pill in case of extreme emergencies...like mine. i will sleep on it, but if i don't change my mind tomorrow is the day.

1 Year + 7 Months
i awoke after a terrible nights sleep, i had destroyed the lights in this space carriage so i was in almost perfect darkness. completely unsaturated by mans false impressions. i got out of my bed, and made my way across the glass covered floor, i was barefoot by choice, i wanted to be able to feel before i would never feel again. i ate a meal of the best food i had on ship, drank some grape juice, and put the pill into my mouth and swallowed

EXPERIMENT OVER
screamed out a loud voice. slowly the walls began to separate and lift, beyond them was an audience, and a screen. all these people were adorned in white coats...lab coats. I struggled to my feet, and walked towards them, the seem startled at my sudden appearance. i looked at the screen and saw myself, with a bewildered look on my face. i fell to my knees and men with bright red crosses stitched to their arms quickly ran to my side and lifted me up. As i was wheeled out of the room strapped to a gurney, i saw a sign on the door that said
"The effects of being lost in space"


"you bastards "i quietly whispered under my breath