Chapter 9 : Move in Day
Finally, out of the rain! I have used up a lot of energy, but it is done. My shelter is complete. The floors creek and the holes in the wall do little to keep the whipping winds out. On normal land the hills and trees break strong gales. Similar to being in the sea, nothing stops fast moving gusts.
While constructing I found myself thinking about time. I do need to establish a stable source of food for myself and MooMoo, but after that...
Maybe I do not want to return to my old life. Maybe this is my place in the universe. Right here... Right now... to take care of myself and MooMoo. She is all I have. She surely would not abandon me like my crew did. I have some ideas for her. Some thing to make her feel happier and healthier.
Chapter 8 : Dangers of Combustion
Blast!!! I have been collecting stones for too long now. I guess I got reckless and allowed embers to set my only tree ablaze. I had enough wit to back away instead of putting the flames out. I surely would have gotten torched. I don't have any access to intravenous fluids or medical supplies here. The Parkland Formula does not apply to me here. I need to stay safe.
In the future I will expand my land further to separate my resources. For now I am going to finish my structure.
After that terrible night I need to prioritize building a shelter. Being exposed to the elements is a danger to my health. Sleeping in the cold wet grass will surely increase my risk for infection and pneumonia. I will spend most of the day tearing down trees and combining magma with water for rubble. I should be able to construct a small structure for myself in no time.
Chapter 6 : Expansion & Sifting
Today it did some sifting and excavation of the central area. I was looking to see the soil composition for potential growth factors. I found a small Ferocactus cylindraceus which will grow into a nice large barrel cactus with the right environment. While digging I collected enough raw material to expand the island by 24 square meters. It does not seem like a lot, but when you are limited on space it is everything.
I had to stop digging after a short time. I could start seeing light. Like you do when digging in snow as a child. I was afraid of destabilizing the land. Who knows how physics holds this all together.... Aristotle, Newton, Einstein and Galileo would be $hitt!ng themselves in my situation.
Chapter 5 : Food! Outstanding, there is hope yet! I have made a glacial discovery. Upon initial investigation I examined the tree life on this island to be of the genus Quercus. It turns out they are actually Malus Pumila's. A cross breed between the common Red Delicious and the Ralls Genet. The tree produces wonderful deep red hearty apples. MooMoo and I will be able to survive for a while longer with some substance now.
With this said I need to discover other options for nutrition. Fruit alone cannot satisfy the complex diet of an android and Earth cow.
Chapter 4 : Object Permanence While clipping off saplings from the trees around me I lost my grip. Fool! What am I doing, these organic materials are not easy to come by. I should be more careful. While watching the twig fall into nothingness I reeled from the edge with a terrifying realization. How easily I could have been falling into the unknown and endless void below. Or maybe above? I am starting to question my cardinal directions. I feel like Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's 'The Little Prince'...
Object permanence is a common term in developmental psychology. We were required to learn it as forward operating galactic explorers. This concept applies to all species as far as science has proven. The thought of an object still existing even though you cannot see it is simple. I sit here on a freshly cut oak stump deconstructing this thought process. What if that twig does no longer exist? What if falling off this island is the end of all existence. I need to be extremely cautious for my sake and MooMoo's.
This blasted rain is unforgiving! It is one thing to be abandoned in a void, but another to have the very elements working against you. I worked quickly to establish camp before the storm settled. MooMoo is safe for now. I built her a small corral, I am limited in space, to keep her safe. She gives me looks of terror when the lightning cracks into the abyss around us. All I can do is stroke her back and give promise it will end soon....
To brighter days and warmer nights..... I rest for now....
I realize that taking stock in my current situation is top priority. Survival is about focus and awareness. Awareness into one's mental state and outlook. Living in the trauma of the past will not result in favorable outcomes. I must focus on the here and now.
While rummaging through my essentials I found that there is life on this despicable dirt pile. A being of the genus Bos taurus is warily eyeing my presence. I approached cautiously, I have read they can trample if threatened. She seems to be healthy. I guess living alone on an island means little competition for fresh grass.
I have to decide at some point if my survival/hunger is more important than the only companionship I have. The soft eyes and gentle cooing is all I have to keep me sane. For now I will name her MooMoo, as to dissuade me from utilizing her for food in the future.
As far as resources go I am limited. With only a handful of various seeds and materials I must be crafty. Luckily I studied chemical bonding in flight school and understand how to utilize the solidified Hydrogen Dioxide with heat to create natural building materials. If applied carefully I may be able to expand this minuscule land mass into a sizable area for me to work on.
Where exactly "here" is, I do not know. From what I have initially gathered it is the equivalent to an island in the south pacific. Except this place has no potential for escape, but I was not trained to give up. My crew, the ones I watered and nurtured abandoned me, left me for dead. MUTINY!
My only focus now is survival. Deep down survival is in our core nature. We block our senses with trivial technologies and distractions. Yet here I am. So in a way I am the one living while my crew jettisons of into the depths of intergalactic void. At least I like to tell myself that.
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Chapter 9 : Move in Day
Finally, out of the rain! I have used up a lot of energy, but it is done. My shelter is complete. The floors creek and the holes in the wall do little to keep the whipping winds out. On normal land the hills and trees break strong gales. Similar to being in the sea, nothing stops fast moving gusts.
While constructing I found myself thinking about time. I do need to establish a stable source of food for myself and MooMoo, but after that...
Maybe I do not want to return to my old life. Maybe this is my place in the universe. Right here... Right now... to take care of myself and MooMoo. She is all I have. She surely would not abandon me like my crew did. I have some ideas for her. Some thing to make her feel happier and healthier.
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Chapter 8 : Dangers of Combustion
Blast!!! I have been collecting stones for too long now. I guess I got reckless and allowed embers to set my only tree ablaze. I had enough wit to back away instead of putting the flames out. I surely would have gotten torched. I don't have any access to intravenous fluids or medical supplies here. The Parkland Formula does not apply to me here. I need to stay safe.
In the future I will expand my land further to separate my resources. For now I am going to finish my structure.
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Chapter 7 : Shelter
After that terrible night I need to prioritize building a shelter. Being exposed to the elements is a danger to my health. Sleeping in the cold wet grass will surely increase my risk for infection and pneumonia. I will spend most of the day tearing down trees and combining magma with water for rubble. I should be able to construct a small structure for myself in no time.
0
Chapter 6 : Expansion & Sifting
Today it did some sifting and excavation of the central area. I was looking to see the soil composition for potential growth factors. I found a small Ferocactus cylindraceus which will grow into a nice large barrel cactus with the right environment. While digging I collected enough raw material to expand the island by 24 square meters. It does not seem like a lot, but when you are limited on space it is everything.
I had to stop digging after a short time. I could start seeing light. Like you do when digging in snow as a child. I was afraid of destabilizing the land. Who knows how physics holds this all together.... Aristotle, Newton, Einstein and Galileo would be $hitt!ng themselves in my situation.
0
Chapter 5 : Food!
Outstanding, there is hope yet! I have made a glacial discovery. Upon initial investigation I examined the tree life on this island to be of the genus Quercus. It turns out they are actually Malus Pumila's. A cross breed between the common Red Delicious and the Ralls Genet. The tree produces wonderful deep red hearty apples. MooMoo and I will be able to survive for a while longer with some substance now.
With this said I need to discover other options for nutrition. Fruit alone cannot satisfy the complex diet of an android and Earth cow.
0
Chapter 4 : Object Permanence
While clipping off saplings from the trees around me I lost my grip. Fool! What am I doing, these organic materials are not easy to come by. I should be more careful. While watching the twig fall into nothingness I reeled from the edge with a terrifying realization. How easily I could have been falling into the unknown and endless void below. Or maybe above? I am starting to question my cardinal directions. I feel like Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's 'The Little Prince'...
Object permanence is a common term in developmental psychology. We were required to learn it as forward operating galactic explorers. This concept applies to all species as far as science has proven. The thought of an object still existing even though you cannot see it is simple. I sit here on a freshly cut oak stump deconstructing this thought process. What if that twig does no longer exist? What if falling off this island is the end of all existence. I need to be extremely cautious for my sake and MooMoo's.
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Chapter 3 : Unrelenting Storm
This blasted rain is unforgiving! It is one thing to be abandoned in a void, but another to have the very elements working against you. I worked quickly to establish camp before the storm settled. MooMoo is safe for now. I built her a small corral, I am limited in space, to keep her safe. She gives me looks of terror when the lightning cracks into the abyss around us. All I can do is stroke her back and give promise it will end soon....
To brighter days and warmer nights..... I rest for now....
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Chapter 2 : Here We Stand
So this is it..... This is my life now....
I realize that taking stock in my current situation is top priority. Survival is about focus and awareness. Awareness into one's mental state and outlook. Living in the trauma of the past will not result in favorable outcomes. I must focus on the here and now.
While rummaging through my essentials I found that there is life on this despicable dirt pile. A being of the genus Bos taurus is warily eyeing my presence. I approached cautiously, I have read they can trample if threatened. She seems to be healthy. I guess living alone on an island means little competition for fresh grass.
I have to decide at some point if my survival/hunger is more important than the only companionship I have. The soft eyes and gentle cooing is all I have to keep me sane. For now I will name her MooMoo, as to dissuade me from utilizing her for food in the future.
As far as resources go I am limited. With only a handful of various seeds and materials I must be crafty. Luckily I studied chemical bonding in flight school and understand how to utilize the solidified Hydrogen Dioxide with heat to create natural building materials. If applied carefully I may be able to expand this minuscule land mass into a sizable area for me to work on.
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Chapter 1 : Desertion
Here I am..... Alone and deserted.....
Where exactly "here" is, I do not know. From what I have initially gathered it is the equivalent to an island in the south pacific. Except this place has no potential for escape, but I was not trained to give up. My crew, the ones I watered and nurtured abandoned me, left me for dead. MUTINY!
My only focus now is survival. Deep down survival is in our core nature. We block our senses with trivial technologies and distractions. Yet here I am. So in a way I am the one living while my crew jettisons of into the depths of intergalactic void. At least I like to tell myself that.