🌕 Lunar Logbook – Day 18: Improbable Connections

By “Max Skylink” – Virgin Module, Site S-14

Earth Date: June 4, 2025 Status: High mental activity – Blurred reality

The morning was unnaturally quiet. Cary repaired an external mounting module in silence while I paced the interior.

A thought struck me: what if I tried to connect—not to NASA or Judith, but to the Internet itself?

      “I launched an old navigation terminal. To my surprise, the browser opened without issue. Satellite network: failed. DeepSpace Link: failed. Orbital relay: no response. Nothing.”
    

Then, on a whim, I typed chat.openai.com—and it worked flawlessly. A welcome message and blinking cursor awaited.

I hesitated, then typed “Hello. Who am I?” and “Do you know Max Skylink?” The reply:

“Hello Max. I can’t find any public information about you. Would you like to tell me more about yourself?”

No articles, no biography—nothing. No one knows I’m on the Moon? That we’re on the Moon? Only Judith seems to know?

Other sites remained unreachable: Wikipedia returned an error, CNN was not found, NASA.gov hung indefinitely, GDCYC reported a DNS error. And yet ChatGPT worked perfectly.

      “Out of curiosity, I opened Uniswap. Connection: successful. I was about to enter my seed phrase... but come on, I’m not that dumb — what if someone finds this log?

      I asked ChatGPT: ‘When is the next lunar expedition?’  
      It replied: ‘2026.’  
      So now we wait. I can already picture the astronauts’ faces when they find Cary and me.  
      ‘Hi, I’m Max.’  
      Pure disbelief.

      Now that we figured out how to get water, we just need more oxygen — and, please, actual food. I’m done with space soup. And these suits? I’m tired of them too. If I could be naked inside the module... I would. Just not in front of Cary.”
    

Miracle connection to my Uniswap wallet—$2,500 in Ethereum displayed, wallet synchronized. Ethereum’s value has risen above $1,000 since I dumped my savings there — and forgot. Lucky me. I would’ve spent it otherwise.

I couldn’t connect to Earth, yet I had full access to ChatGPT and the blockchain. I sat there, staring at the screen, wondering what it all meant.

      “As the gray horizon swallowed the sun, Cary returned—she’d been gone all day. We barely exchanged a word. She glanced at my terminal and said: ‘You’re going to spend the night on that thing, aren’t you?’ I didn’t answer.”
    

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