HUMBLE SPACER 17 SEP 3306 (alone in the dark)
18 Sep 2020Igli
I'm far from inhabited space and feel very lonely. I entertain myself doing chores: polich screens, wash floors and sometimes even dishes. Only static on the radio. I've read all the newspapers and magazines and burned them in an improvised furnace to get warm. It's cold in space: https://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/268502/49958/ Meals are the same every day and cosmos is the same in the portholes. Several weeks to Colonia yet.The ship is on an autopilot, I am roaming the corridors of my ship sipping spirits from a bottle and take a turn to the cargo bay. A large compartment and almost empty. I have three repair limpets in storage there. Last I saw them they were put in a row along the far wall.
What? One of the bots stands in front of the others facing them so they form a friendly triangle. Like they are having a conversation. I don't like to intrude on others so I turn around and almost walk out. What the hell?! They are machines! I am sure they aren't even powered. I come and check them, they are switched off. Hmm... puzzling. An empty bottle on the floor - are they drinking my brew? I'll disassemble them for that! There's not nearly enough booze for myself!
Stop. Machines don't eat or drink. Somebody came here and feasted with my limpets? Impossible. No one is here but me. Me... What was I doing a couple of days ago? Hard to remember, I was ill and curing myself with hearty doses of alcohol... Talked to some guys... They looked strange and didn't talk much but I thought they were all right... Can't remember much beyond this.
I'll have to check the bot's programming and circuits.