🛰 Lunar Logbook – Day 13: Awakening & Revelations

By “Max Skylink” – Cockpit, Lunar Module

Earth Date: May 30, 2025    Location: Main Cockpit, Virgin Module    Status: Two survivors… for now

This morning, Cary woke up just before dawn after several days unconscious. I have no words. I sat alone, frozen in darkness, when I heard a breath—a rustle of suit. My heart nearly exploded.

“Cary! You’re awake... I thought I was alone forever here...” I offered her my water bottle. Almost empty.

When the relief passed, panic returned. “Cary, we need to find water or make some.” I mentioned a movie where they recycle urine. “You’re an AI, you must know everything, right?” I blurted.

She looked at me for a long moment, then sighed softly: “Listen, Max… I’m not an AI. I’m a real person.”

I stood speechless. “But… you still managed to land us safely!” She lowered her gaze. “I had nothing to do with it. The ship was on autopilot…”

I’m baffled. “But why do you need to eat and drink? You’re a robot, aren’t you?” She said nothing for a beat, then simply: “No, Max. I’d rather not discuss it.”

I didn’t push further, but one question burns inside me: “And the helmet I connected to you—what’s its purpose?” No answer. She turned away. Heavy silence.

⚠️ Critical events of the day:
I tried to access a technical compartment to understand the water recycling module—total failure.
Cary suggests a quick EVA to a nearby permanently shaded polar crater—fossil ice might be there. We’ll plan that tomorrow if conditions allow.

🧪 Day’s outcome: I am relieved Cary is alive; I’m not alone, and she gives me strength to survive even if I once didn’t want this life. On the Moon, I realize how foolish it all is—I want to live.

Top priority: secure a lasting water source before systems fail. An EVA is required. Cary seems confident… but I doubt everything.

CARY

Max still doesn’t know I’m using his logs to publish on this site. I’m torn and feeling guilty, but I believe the world needs to know. Should I confess? Or wait a bit longer…?