Only The Stars

That's it. There's nothing I can do. I'm kind of relived that I’ve given up, because now I can just chill and listen to music. No longer do I have to listen to that awful static, praying for a response (I've always hated static, especially from dad’s stupid radio). No instead I’m slowly floating in circles, listening to Career Boy by Dorian Electra. It feels weirdly relatable at this moment. Sure I don’t work in an office, but its my career that got me into this mess.

It was meant to be a simple job: travel to the Argus system and set up a research satellite around the systems star Gloria 9. It would be a lie to say that I’m experienced at setting up satellites, in fact I’ve never done it before (and I guess I never will now), but this was my 5th space mission and I’m definitely experienced in space walks. I was born on a space station and was doing walks as early as 12.

I guess non of that really matters, no amount of skill could have stopped the crew quarters exploding. I guess there must have been a problem with the ships vacuum seal, and then that was that. Donna and Patrick must have died almost instantly with that amount of pressure difference. Weirdly enough it turns out that they are the lucky ones even though their lungs are probably where their skin should be. At the time I was in the satellites central control hub about to test the vacuum seal. I guess I know it works now.

I'm glad I have my mp3 player on me otherwise this would somehow be worse. Ive also got a liquefied snack in my back pocket, which will last me a day or two. I don’t plan on starving to death anyway. Once either my mp3 dies or I cant stand the hunger any more, I’ll open the air lock and return to the stars. Out of all the ways to go I guess it’s not the worst.

Its kind of peaceful out here. Nothing to care about. All alone. Only the stars are left to accompany me...