Lunar Logbook – Day 4

By “Max Skylink” – Hunting Oxygen… and Dignity

Earth Date: 21 May 2025
Location: Lunar surface (just outside, already lost)
Mood: 60% headache, 30% legendary hope, 10% delayed panic

I woke up with a colossal headache—the kind a floating soup pack can’t fix. My eyes landed on the cockpit screen:

Oxygen left: 6 days 0 hours 0 minutes 00 seconds

I shook MIRA like a broken coffee maker. Nothing. I decided to go out—if I’m gonna die, might as well have a moon view.

There was no manual. No “Moonwalking for Dummies.” So I improvised: suit on, tank strapped, helmet locked… and stepped outside.

At that moment, I thought: am I the first? Did anyone truly set foot here? Was Armstrong & Co. just Hollywood + popcorn + propaganda?

I wanted an epic line, not a NASA cliché. So I said:

“Maybe it’s not much, but at least my socks are clean.”

I bounced—lunar gravity is a slow-motion trampoline. Awesome.

Then I saw it: a weird pouch half-buried in dust. My heart skipped. Alien artifact? Relic? Proof? I reached out and opened it…

I found an old human poop bag—with a NASA sticker.

I sighed. Then a shrill BEEP-BEEP-BEEP made me jump. My watch screamed:

OXYGEN EMERGENCY: 10 MINUTES LEFT

No time to philosophize. I hopped—really hopped—back to the Virgin 7X.

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