Drift

Journal Entry 27

11.15.2165

1900 GMT

My safety line got clipped by a piece of shrapnel before I could board so now I’m just waiting. For what, I’m not entirely sure. Whether it be that I’m waiting for a rescue ship or just to suffocate is up in the air. Right now this is really all I can do to fill the time. My beacon also got damaged so I’ve got the LED signal going full blast, but the sun is probably toning that out. I’ve got a whole 10 hours of oxygen left in my main tank and 5 in my emergency. The central comm. system got blasted during the fight, so just about everyone is probably disorganized so rescue efforts will be much slower than usual. All I can do at this point is sit back and wait.

Journal Entry 28

11.15.2165

2000 GMT

It’s been an hour since my last entry and well, I got board. The beautiful view of Earth from space gets really old really fast, especially since it looks more like some kind of massive industrial area with a few explosions going off every now and then. Really, that’s all the surface is now one huge industrial structure. Of course all those rain forests and polar ice caps are still there, because that’s all anyone ever thought about preserving. The only interesting thing down there is the occasional burst of the glorious destruction from a nuke. No one really lives on the surface anyway, so we can be as reckless with nukes as we want, so long as it doesn’t touch those poor polar bears.

Journal Entry 29

11.15.2165

2300 GMT

I’ve seen multiple lifeboats out in the distance and a few have even passed over me. Hopefully at least one has seen me. I’ve got 11 hours so there’s still plenty of time. I’ve drifted into some pretty heavy debris so rescue is looking slimmer every minute. There are also bits and pieces of bodies floating around the battlefield, or as I like to call them, tasty space meat chunks. Yes I’m sick, what of it. Anyways I actually saw a hand gripping a pistol float by me and I promptly grabbed. There probably would’ve been a loud crack when I pried the frozen fingers from the gun, had I not been in space.

Journal Entry 30

11.16.2165

0100 GMT

I actually found another survivor floating. Unfortunately he wasn’t one of ours. I shot the bastard in the face and took his radio. Then I tuned it to the friendly frequency and called in hopefully they’ll be here soon.

Journal Entry 31

11.16.2165

1000 GMT

I’m about to run out of air so this is my final entry. When somehow the risk and costs of rescuing you outweigh the benefit they just cut you loose. It’s called being set adrift. They told me over the radio that it was nothing personal, just way too much debris to navigate through. It would put too many other people at risk. They said not to hold it against them but it’s hard not to, even if they are right. I have one minute of air left so I’ll wrap this up quick. Goodbye everyone.

(VERBAL COMMAND) SEND…