Andrew Hirata
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First Mate's Log
First Mate's Log, Day 384, ship time 23:14 "Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That was the tag line to a movie, I think… Alien maybe? Some poor people become sacrificial pawns in some corporate attempt to gain a killing machine. I'm pretty sure it's Alien, or Aliens. Something like that. It’s strange what you think of when your life is ending, or at least that's what I think is happening. Who knows at this point? But I’m getting ahead of myself; you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about or even who the hell I am. How rude. I'm the first mate of The Odyssey, the shiny new research vessel in whose sick bay I currently lie. I'm in a very uncomfortable white bed, and the sick bay is an uncomfortable metallic color with the most uncomfortable fluorescent light…ech. Great, my head is starting to hurt from the light, or maybe I’m concussed. Or maybe one of my crewmates gave me some medicine. Is that smoke? No, it's the medicinal alcohol, so overwhelming. FOCUS!"
By Andrew Hirata2 years ago in Futurism