Guest Log - Mission Day 762, PT 12:34

"Awake"

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the cold. I had rolled out of my cryopod onto the titanium floor, and I could feel the grooves on my hands and knees. I spluttered the liquid out of my lungs and started to shiver. That’s when a machine, hinged to a beam in the centre of this cylindrical room, swivelled over to my position and placed a blanket on me. It explains that its name is ECHO; Environmental Clinical Health Operator. It tells me it is here to keep the ship running as smoothly as possible. I should explain at this point; I am on a ship, in space. ECHO tells me the ship’s name is Prophecy I. I ignored the machine’s advances and stumbled over to the console at which I now sit, typing this. In my head are a number of questions; why am I the only person on this ship? How do I know these things are cryopods? How do I know I’m inside a centrifuge? How do I know the steady drum I can here is the sound of the oxygen pumps? Currently, though my most pressing concern is this: Who am I? Who. The F**k. Am I? It appears I need to end my log with a name. For now I will simply use “Me”. Over and out.

Me

Author's Note

This isn't really going to be written in chapters but here's a first section - how does he sound? The prologue is also on my page by the way.

Reviews

[Xanthurion]

This story has a lot of potential. I will look forward to reading more. Your main character seems very relatable.