All the rest of our shit that we lost, we've got back. Videos, pics, a few audio files, and it's all untouched. Haven't seen anyone but Iron Man since last post. Been staying with him in his room trying to get him to talk. He won't talk. Well, he mumbles. Says shit about the sun and black holes and all kinds of the so-called frightening things they drill into your head when you're in the third grade and you say you want to be an astronaut. Or was that me drilling it into the other kids' heads? Either way I'm not having a good time. Reading Stephen Hawking was more entertaining.
Red October, over and out.
14 July 2011, 12:52 CDT - Roaring and Returns
I've gotten maybe four hours of sleep in as many days. There's this insane, huge-ass roaring noise coming from somewhere on the station. (Platinum DJ Bentley D, MC, PhD, must have had some bad chili.) It almost sounds mechanical, like gears grinding, but I can't think where we stored a couple eight-hundred-ton gears. It's keeping me up at night. And the rest of the crew, too, except Nosemeal, who's basically in a coma. I don't think it's any kind of medical issue; he's just locked down from fear.
And Iron Man's been returned to us. He looks, uh, not that bad, actually, except for one tiny little flaw in the overall image of perfection. His eyes. They're gone. Not clean empty black sockets where his eyes should be like you see in the movies, but like someone took a chainsaw to his skull and ripped out his eyes. The scary part is, from what he's frantically mumbling and the way his hands are trembling, I think he gouged them out himself. Meaning that there's some serious shit hitting some serious fans right now.
Huh. Maybe the noise is coming from a big old fan?
Red October, over and out.
And Iron Man's been returned to us. He looks, uh, not that bad, actually, except for one tiny little flaw in the overall image of perfection. His eyes. They're gone. Not clean empty black sockets where his eyes should be like you see in the movies, but like someone took a chainsaw to his skull and ripped out his eyes. The scary part is, from what he's frantically mumbling and the way his hands are trembling, I think he gouged them out himself. Meaning that there's some serious shit hitting some serious fans right now.
Huh. Maybe the noise is coming from a big old fan?
Red October, over and out.
3 July 2011, 22:11 CDT - Cheats and Charts
Did you know that if you give every letter a numerical value, take the sums of all our call signs, and pair them up as points - Nosemeal with Bonesaw, Curry Fan with Iron Man, and Red October with Top Notch - and then graph it, it makes a smiley face?
You didn't? Good, because it's not true. Maybe it is; I haven't tried. I'm just fucking with you. Mostly to get my mind off of things.
Fuck. It's times like this I really wish I hadn't faked my way through school. And you know what? I don't care who knows. I'm stuck up here, now. They can't punish me without communications. They can't punish me if they can't even get their voice through.
Red October, over and out.
You didn't? Good, because it's not true. Maybe it is; I haven't tried. I'm just fucking with you. Mostly to get my mind off of things.
Fuck. It's times like this I really wish I hadn't faked my way through school. And you know what? I don't care who knows. I'm stuck up here, now. They can't punish me without communications. They can't punish me if they can't even get their voice through.
Red October, over and out.
2 July, 2011, 10:58 CDT - Tricks and Traps
It's been a tenday since I posted, but not because I blacked out. Iron Man has completely disappeared. All our cameras are shut down and the only thing we're getting by way of communications is static. Nosemeal is laying in his bunk, curled up and whimpering. Bonesaw and Curry Fan are about as calm as I am - or should I say sane? But they're devoting their attentions to keeping this hunk of junk metal running. Lastly, Top Notch is trying to get in contact with someone. That leaves me to look for Iron Man.
We know he's still on board, because things are being moved and food being eaten that the rest of us didn't do. There's also the matter of this weird guy in a suit possibly being around, but I'm not sure that he's not just a figment of my imagination. I've asked Bonesaw, Curry Fan, and Top Notch, but they swear they've never seen him. Nosemeal is too panicked to talk, and obviously I can't question Iron Man.
Sheesh. I always wanted to be an astronaut, but holy fuck...Я не подписаться на это.
Red October, over and out.
22 June, 2011, 18:21 CDT - Recovery and Righteousness
Yesterday was the summer solstice. The longest day of the year.
We got something.
All that lost video - well, actually, most of it is still lost. But yesterday, at around six in the afternoon, Curry Fan dug deep enough into the systems and pulled out a file. The tape's timestamp was for six o'clock exactly. It lasts for about ten seconds. It starts out in complete blackness. Cuts to the moon. Didn't look like a familiar area to me, but I haven't been on the moon. Someone else has, apparently.
Yeah, that's right. Some fucker was standing on the fucking moon. Or that's what it looked like, anyway. Camera didn't give a clear shot, so it honestly seemed more like an ink smear than a person. But I could've sworn that it was some guy wearing a suit.
And fucking Nosemeal's praying for salvation.
Red October, over and out.
We got something.
All that lost video - well, actually, most of it is still lost. But yesterday, at around six in the afternoon, Curry Fan dug deep enough into the systems and pulled out a file. The tape's timestamp was for six o'clock exactly. It lasts for about ten seconds. It starts out in complete blackness. Cuts to the moon. Didn't look like a familiar area to me, but I haven't been on the moon. Someone else has, apparently.
Yeah, that's right. Some fucker was standing on the fucking moon. Or that's what it looked like, anyway. Camera didn't give a clear shot, so it honestly seemed more like an ink smear than a person. But I could've sworn that it was some guy wearing a suit.
And fucking Nosemeal's praying for salvation.
Red October, over and out.
15 June 2011, 15:40 CDT - Quarantine and Quarks
Iron Man's wine was laced with trace elements of some seriously bad drugs. Not that I would know. I didn't drink it, after all. I'm actually not sure what was in it, but he was acting really aggravated and strange when he found out made the incorrect assumption that I drank it. Luckily, he can't make an official accusation, because how could I have stolen something that isn't supposed to exist? After all, Gell-Mann walked around with thousands of quarks in his pocket and never got accused of kidnapping.
Speaking of Iron Man, he started vomiting something awful, and so we've quarantined him. He's not like any kind of prisoner, for those of you who don't know what quarantine is. We're just making sure that when he needs to puke he can do it somewhere else where it won't get on us. Unfortunately, he's going a bit loopy. He's flailing around and screaming and scratching at the walls. Someone gave him a pencil and piece of paper and he covered it with the weirdest scribbles. Obviously it's not a simple cold or anything. We took samples (blood, bile...other...) and we should have some kind of result within a few days. I don't give a rat's ass about it, really, but this problem with Iron Man is distracting us from our assigned work. We still haven't radioed in and rattled off about the problem, because of the possible consequences.
Hey...if Iron Man isn't going to be checking anymore, can't I just stop blogging? Ah, like I said, I'm enjoying it. Lets me not give a fuck without getting in trouble for it.
Red October, over and out.
Speaking of Iron Man, he started vomiting something awful, and so we've quarantined him. He's not like any kind of prisoner, for those of you who don't know what quarantine is. We're just making sure that when he needs to puke he can do it somewhere else where it won't get on us. Unfortunately, he's going a bit loopy. He's flailing around and screaming and scratching at the walls. Someone gave him a pencil and piece of paper and he covered it with the weirdest scribbles. Obviously it's not a simple cold or anything. We took samples (blood, bile...other...) and we should have some kind of result within a few days. I don't give a rat's ass about it, really, but this problem with Iron Man is distracting us from our assigned work. We still haven't radioed in and rattled off about the problem, because of the possible consequences.
Hey...if Iron Man isn't going to be checking anymore, can't I just stop blogging? Ah, like I said, I'm enjoying it. Lets me not give a fuck without getting in trouble for it.
Red October, over and out.
9 June 2011, 14:53 CDT - Work and Wobbling
I'm not going to mention that I found Iron Man's stash of wine. Nope. Not gonna mention it. And I'm definitely not drinking it right now.
Maintenance duty's a bitch. When I say "maintenance," you think "engineering work" or something, right? Think, maid. I'm a maid. Very maidy. Cleaning. More like...maidtenance. So while I'm down or up or left or right on my hands and knees washing the floor or wall or ceiling or other wall, Iron Man's drinking out of his secret stash of wine that I didn't find and am not drinking.
Actually I won it from him in a game of cards, but I don't think he knows it yet. I'll be sure to tell him what he owes me. And then, oh no, no wine, what do I do? And I'll say, fuck off, because I drank it all already, except not right now.
Fucking hell. All the cameras are looking like eyes and the wires are looking like trees. I'm going fucking crazy. Or maybe it's just the alcohol. Which I'm not drinking.
Red October, over and out.
Maintenance duty's a bitch. When I say "maintenance," you think "engineering work" or something, right? Think, maid. I'm a maid. Very maidy. Cleaning. More like...maidtenance. So while I'm down or up or left or right on my hands and knees washing the floor or wall or ceiling or other wall, Iron Man's drinking out of his secret stash of wine that I didn't find and am not drinking.
Actually I won it from him in a game of cards, but I don't think he knows it yet. I'll be sure to tell him what he owes me. And then, oh no, no wine, what do I do? And I'll say, fuck off, because I drank it all already, except not right now.
Fucking hell. All the cameras are looking like eyes and the wires are looking like trees. I'm going fucking crazy. Or maybe it's just the alcohol. Which I'm not drinking.
Red October, over and out.
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