Captain’s Log: Stardate 6.022.16
At this point, I’ve survived merely on Nerds candy and my own urine, which does not taste as horrible as everyone claims. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been drinking it for the past few months and have forgotten what root beer tastes like. All the same, it is still very frightening being here. My partner has gone in search of food, but has not been back in days. I fear that whatever is out there that continues to hunt us relentlessly has finally gotten him, and that my mind blocked out the sounds of his screams and shrieks. To be honest, I’ve always felt that he dragged me down. Now, I may return to Earth to tell everyone of the heroic tale about how I risked my life for that man, but failed valiantly in the end anyway. His memory will live on in my riches.
As for riches, we (or, rather, me, for I cannot speak for him) have not found much. There seem to be some shiny metals here, but their worth is unknown, as is their chemical properties. My scanner has never before picked up the likes of it. Perhaps that alone makes it treasure? At the very least, it will surely help to advance the human race in the name of science, and…
Wait.
Sorry, I thought I heard something. Perhaps my partner. Perhaps that… beast… If I do not make it out of here alive, I’m sure my fiancée will find no trouble in finding another man. She always seemed to be more interested in everything else anyway. I mean, I’m a space explorer. We should ALWAYS have dinner conversation. But she was quite distant. I don’t find myself missing her much at all.
I just miss my cat. I hope someone is feeding her.
