Earth Date: 22 May 2025
Location: Somewhere between fear and hypoxia
Mood: 50% paranoid, 50% technically KO
I rigged a makeshift bed inside the ship. Seriously… 6 passenger seats + 2 pilot chairs, and not a single proper bunk? Virgin Galactic engineers...
Last night—well, “night” is a fuzzy concept here (29 Earth-day cycle)—I didn’t sleep. I was convinced something—or someone—was watching through the porthole.
I hid under my blanket like a kid, imagining the worst: a secret Nazi base on the Moon’s far side?
Tomorrow, I thought, I’ll investigate.
Morning check:
Suit tank topped off → 4h30 endurance
MIRA? Still silent. Quieter than a 56k modem in a bunker.
Mission: Explore the far side
Goal: Bust conspiracy theories once and for all.
On the way, I spotted the American flag planted by Apollo 11.
Yes, it’s stiff. Yes, there’s a horizontal bar. No, it’s not a Photoshop job.
To all conspiracy buffs: Earth is ROUND. And I’m standing on the Moon’s surface.
Approaching far side: a chill and a thought: what if I ran into lunar SS troops?
I remembered a strange operation I had as a kid… would I pass if there really were Nazi checkpoints up here? But hey — I didn’t come all this way just to go up in smoke.
No time to doubt. No retreat.
Verdict: Void. No base. No Nazis. No saucer—just emptiness.
I breathed a sigh of relief. But one question lingered: who peered at me last night? My own brain in zero‑g… or something else?
Return sprint: watch beeped:
OXYGEN LEFT: 1h
Took me 3h to get back. Bad calculation. Very bad.
I hopped mile by mile. Gravity helps hope but drains strength.
Vision blurred. Legs gave out. Heart thumped like a drum. So close to the ship…
Blackout.