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Entry 1
I cannot date these entries. I have no idea how many days I’ve been here or what day it is. Lunar orbit is counter-intuitive to my human brain and I never really paid attention in astronomy classes. In the end it does not matter how long I’ve been here, for there is no calendar-set end-date to my captivity. I’m here until I die. Or until the dumbasses on Earth kill each other off. In which case, I’d probably starve to death or asphyxiate inside this damned prison. I should investigate operational systems more closely—plan for Armageddon contingencies. This is my first letter to my future-self, a reminder of my sanity before the isolation and alien nature of my incarceration take the last bit of my soul.
My prisoner designation is 1138, but my name is Abraham bin Navi.
Very interesting concept...will be fun to see how it plays out.
ReplyDeleteOhh, this does sound good! I likey!! Keep going.... :)
ReplyDeleteOoh, now this is an interesting start to a story! I do love diary-formatted stories. :)
ReplyDeleteWhether she knows it or not, Sue's influence is quite far-reaching. She has influenced my current SFFSat snippet series, too.
ReplyDeleteI am intrigued by the premise you have established. Looking forward to more!
I enjoy Sue's entries as well. This is a nice take on that same format. Much darker with a much more contemporary feel; I can tell the journalist has a wry sense of humor and I look forward to seeing them work out this seemingly hopeless situation.
ReplyDeleteI thought I had commented earlier, but I can't find it. Are you ging to post the snippets together somewhere? Back stories are interesting.
ReplyDeleteDamn, I am really intrigued to see where this goes. Lovely bit of work!
ReplyDeleteWhat did he do? I have to know...
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