XXIX

Eyes still aren’t adjusting. Odd or not, I can’t decide. 11:43. That was a long five minutes.

Wait, what was that? A door? Different to the noise earlier. Closer. Or am I imagining things. I need to find a way out.

Reaching a corner, I at least know that the wall doesn’t extend forever, still nothing that resembles a door frame though. Moving down the second wall I run into something.

Well, not ‘run’, more like shuffle slowly into something. It isn’t as big as the drawers, and it’s cold, metal. Two handles on the front, a filing cabinet maybe, a small one. I yank on the bottom handle, not expecting anything, but it opens. Almost scared to stick my hand into the open drawer, I poke around slowly to see if there is anything in there.

  1. XXVI
  2. Right, well whatever I was lying on before, I’m not lying on it now. I suspect that if I could see anything that I would have noticed everything fading to black when I sat up. Well, at least I now know that there is a floor. Quick glance across at the clock, it’s now 11:38, […]

  3. XXII
  4. EMBARGOED – DO NOT PUBLISH For release 30 January, NOON INFINITE HORIZONS MISSION PARAMETERS UPDATE Command operations centre, Tx – A target system, LS25-8/6, containing viable destination planets has been confirmed. The system was initially detected 6 weeks ago during the systematic re-evaluation of existing data by the recently upgraded ‘Planetoid Identification Network’. The news […]

  5. XVIII
  6. “The green cylinder. On the other side of the room.” There was significant static on the intercom, however, the instruction was crystal clear. “Break it open.” That didn’t seem like the most brilliant idea, especially given the past events at this particular facility. However, this was no mere suggestion, it was a demand.

  7. XVI
  8. Day 86. It’s been a little over 12 weeks since we undocked and were flung into the vast blackness of space, we’ve got 2 weeks left until we enter the suspended state that will allow us to carry out the mission. What’s the mission? Good question. When we left they hadn’t exactly worked that out. […]

  9. XXIII
  10. There is no sound, almost pure nothingness, just a mild ringing in my ears. It has always been there, or at least I think it has, assuming it is there at all and not just a figment of my imagination. Maybe what I believe is a ringing is actually what silence sounds like. Maybe I’m […]