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Date of Birth: April 9, 1987
Height: 1.78 m
Weight: 76 kg
Origin: Earth – Former bread factory worker
Status: First solo civilian to rent a Virgin Galactic vessel for an unforgettable lunar vacation.
Mission: One-month solo journey to the Moon for an unforgettable cosmic adventure.
Personality: Clumsy, curious, funny & fiercely independent.
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Earth Date: June 8, 2025 Status: Stranded… but plotting fortune
Days of silent AI counsel led to one truth: the next rescue won’t come soon.
Expedition set for 2026… if it ever departs.
No shuttle. No space-Uber. Only one path remains.
I went all-in on lunar crypto: $2,050 wagered on wild tokens.
Legal fees budgeted—should my heist be exposed.
Prison or millions? Tomorrow will tell.
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Earth Date: June 4, 2025 Status: No Earth signal – Yet Internet
Tried Internet. NASA: nothing. Judith: silence.
But ChatGPT works. Oddly.
It doesn’t know me. No Max Skylink.
All other sites are dead.
Except Uniswap: wallet intact, $2,500 in ETH.
Next mission? 2026.
So… I wait.
Water is secure. But I want food. And fewer suits.
Nude? Why not. Just not in front of Cary.
Earth Date: June 3, 2025 Status: Unexpected physical activity – Blurred bonds
Cary was gone at dawn. No trace outside the module—only a new crate containing a 3D printer, tagged “Judith.”
Inside, a list of objects appeared: water filter, drill tool, chess set… and two rackets. Collecting lunar dust, I printed them both.
We marked a makeshift court, played “Luna-paddle,” laughing as low-gravity floats made each rally absurdly graceful—and surprisingly intimate.
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Earth Date: June 2, 2025 Status: Hydration stabilized – Trust eroding
Cary barely spoke—she adjusted filters, cleaned sensors, moved as though on autopilot.
I logged pressure, temperature, humidity (34%). Water is secure, but time feels meaningless now.
A new Morse code appeared this afternoon: one word, “Soon.” Signed—Judith.
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Earth Date: June 1, 2025 Location: Virgin Module, Site S-14
Cary rigged the harness and sent Max down into a 14.2 m crater to retrieve ancient lunar ice.
Suspended by her “robot arms,” Max secured 20 kg of fossil ice while Cary prepared the processing kit above.
Back at the module, they converted 20 kg of ice into 14.6 L of drinking water—pure, crisp, and life-saving.
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Earth Date: May 31, 2025 Location: Virgin Module, Lunar Zone 23°N / 42°E
Cary leads Max to a shadowed crater—no ice, only disappointment and danger.
A fall nearly costs Max his life; Cary repairs him without hesitation.
On the return, a mysterious Survival Module 14 crate appears—signed by “Judith.”
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Earth Date: May 30, 2025 Location: Main Cockpit, Virgin Module
Just before dawn, Cary awoke—her first whispered word shattered everything Max thought he knew.
She insists she’s not an AI, yet refuses to explain why she needs water or what that helmet is for.
Tomorrow’s EVA to a hidden crater may hold their only hope.
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Earth Date: 28 May 2025 Location: Emergency Compartment 7X, Virgin Lunar Module Status: A signal… but from whom?
“A faint Morse code broke the silence: ‘Hello Max, it’s Judith.’”
“Judith? A ghost from my past… or a trap in the void?”
“Then Cary whispered, ‘Water…?’ — a single word that might hold the answer.”
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Earth Date: 27 May 2025 Location: Interior Module, Zone C Status: Alive—but hanging by a thread
“I thought I lost her—Cary… or was it Mira?”
“Twenty hauls for oxygen canisters, then the collapse that froze my blood.”
“That idiot reflex to put her helmet back… no idea why, but it saved her.”
“Three weeks of air left… I’d trade them all just to see her open her eyes.”
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Earth Date: 26 May 2025 Location: Virgin 7X Emergency Hold Status: Seconds from silence
“33 minutes of oxygen… I thought this was deliverance—until the sky came alive.”
“A flash at the viewport: twenty lights… mini-satellites with tanks of life.”
“Cary… no—Mira?—reveals a secret that changes everything.”
The final moment is here. Will help arrive… or are we truly alone?
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Earth Date: 25 May 2025 Location: F News Live Uplink Status: Conscious—but fading
“Oxygen remaining: 1 day, 7 hours, 56 minutes… I can barely speak… They’re jamming my uplink…”
Max regains consciousness little by little, but remains far too weak. Meanwhile, the CEO of Virgin Galactic is holding an unprecedented press conference.
This is our last hope. Pray someone hears us before silence.
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Earth Date: 24 May 2025 Location: Virgin 7X Emergency Network Status: Critical—but alive
“Last chance. Initiating full-power broadcast… if this fails, the mission is lost.”
Static crackles, then my voice cuts through: “Vitals stable, oxygen dwindling. Help… me…”
I’m sending everything to F News—hope someone picks up before Max wakes to find us floating in silence.
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Earth Date: 23 May 2025 Location: Virgin 7X – emergency mode Mood: unknown
"They tried to silence me.
I need you… as much as you need me.”
Earth Date: 22 May 2025 Location: Somewhere between fear and hypoxia Mood: 50% paranoid, 50% blacked out
Max spends a sleepless night, convinced something is watching him from outside the spacecraft…
At dawn, he sets out to explore the Moon’s far side in search of a legendary hidden base.
But what he finds — or doesn’t — sends him into a completely different kind of panic.
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Earth Date: 21 May 2025 Location: Lunar surface (just outside, already lost) Mood: 60% headache, 30% legendary hope, 10% delayed panic
A brutal wake-up, a silent AI, and an improvised moonwalk…
Max thinks he’s making history.
But what he finds on the lunar surface might change everything.
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Earth Date: 20 May 2025 Location: Lunar surface (impact crater) Mood: 30% disbelief, 70% bruised astronaut pride
I crash-landed on the Moon, systems went dark and MIRA fell silent… but in a blinding flash, everything rebooted just before impact.
Now I’m stranded under a dusty sky, the cockpit barely intact. Will survival mode and crates of space soup packets be enough?
If I wake up alive and in one piece… I’ll call that a win.
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Earth Date: 19 May 2025 Status: Off course Fuel: Check inside... or not.
Today was supposed to be the highlight of my journey. But something—no, someone—had other plans. One wrong move and… well, let’s just say gravity and logic stopped making sense.
Now I’m stuck somewhere I definitely wasn’t supposed to be. My only option? A desperate call for help… to someone very high up.
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Earth Time: 18 May 2025 Location: Aboard the Virgin 7X Mood: 70% excited, 30% panicking, 100% alone
I swapped baguettes for stars. Left the bread factory. Now I'm alone in space, sweating in a helmet, trying not to break anything. This is my dream—clumsy but real.
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