Me - Mission Day 762, PT 15:21

Our astronaut explores

I have spent the last few hours getting my bearings. The ship seems to be quite extensive, though with a few inaccessible areas. One particularly disturbing thing I have noticed is that there are eight cryopods in total, though they all appear to be empty and shut down. The ship is cold, I would approximate ten degrees Celsius; I have yet to figure out how to interface with the ship to get some heat. There must be a way to do this, there should be some command terminal. I don’t know how I know this; it feels like instinct.

I believe I passed out temporarily at around 14:00. I remember feeling faint, and I thought I heard a gentle whisper, then nothing. I awoke, groggy, realising my blood sugar levels must be low. There is some sort of canteen down the hallway, with a refrigerator; I found a few cartons of juice and drank them. I'm feeling a little stronger now. This ECHO machine had apparently been processing some diagnostic information on me. It must have examined me whilst I had passed out. Perhaps I should ask it how to warm the ship up. As far as I can establish from my limited roaming, the ship is made of a central beam which leads to some sort of command terminal on the other side. On this side is a large eight-sectioned centrifuge, which contains a communal living area, a number of bunks and the canteen. I’ve checked the names on the bunks and cross-referenced them with labels I’ve found in the canteen, personal objects. I seem to have established who the crew of this vessel must have been:

Captain Dianna Mori

Biologist Erin McCloud

Engineer Dave Matthews

Doctor Edwin Hohenheim

Engineer John Howey

Physicist Elroy Thomas

Pilot Raul Vasquez

Pilot Troy Lyle

I suppose then I must be one of these people. Or not? I can’t find any pictures anywhere so the fact that I’ve found a mirror hasn’t helped me. My face looks youthful enough, but is being encroached upon by a few wrinkles. Crow’s feet flank my emerald eyes and a dark thick beard hides my mouth. I am able to cross off two names, Dianna and Erin, on the assumption these are names of females and I am not one (I’ve checked, don’t worry). I’m going to ask ECHO for help now. Surely the machine must know how to do something useful.

I'm starting to feel dizzy again.

Author's Note

Again short because not really a chapter, trying to introduce some humor into a usually serious character