2 - Day 461
I couldn't sleep. I tried by listening to music as I lay in my bunk, but Lukas and Gilbert and the other men complained that they could hear it even though I was using my ear compacts. So I left them to grumble in their sleep and I came out to the empty bridge. Right now it's what we call the witching hour, between midnight and one o'clock when everyone is in their bunks and no one is on duty. I watched the little lights on the control panel blink on and off, to try and see if it would make me sleepy. It didn't. Then I remembered this old computer. Would you believe that there's even dust on this old thing? I suppose since it was stored away in the wall compartment for ages with no one using it the filters couldn't quite reach it.
I never realized how different this tray of old gadgets is until now. Every other surface in the pod is stark in contrast. (Though I have to admit, the latrine can get pretty nasty, with only one for all twelve men to share.) The bridge is always a shiny, sleek white. The wide window above the control panels is kept squeaky clean too. In fact, we have orders to regularly wash the outside of the window. The older men always grumble about it and put it off. They say they hate the suits. But I think they hate going outside. I wish I wasn't so new, so I could wash the windows and have a chance to go look out at space, unrestricted by a window.
Now I'm actually getting tired, and I can't even think about what I'm writing. I'd better go back to my bunk. I don't want to fall asleep here, or the next watch will come in and think I'm on duty and if something happens I'll be blamed. That's how it works here. I think I'll leave my ear compacts in one of the empty little containers to the right of the computer. This wall compartment seems like a safe place to hide things. On a space pod with eleven other men, there is no privacy.
signed off one two five two a m
20 8 5 . 4 1 20 5 . 9 19 . 3 17 13 . 16 18 15 16 5 18 20 25 . 15 6 . 20 8 5 . N S E
I couldn't sleep. I tried by listening to music as I lay in my bunk, but Lukas and Gilbert and the other men complained that they could hear it even though I was using my ear compacts. So I left them to grumble in their sleep and I came out to the empty bridge. Right now it's what we call the witching hour, between midnight and one o'clock when everyone is in their bunks and no one is on duty. I watched the little lights on the control panel blink on and off, to try and see if it would make me sleepy. It didn't. Then I remembered this old computer. Would you believe that there's even dust on this old thing? I suppose since it was stored away in the wall compartment for ages with no one using it the filters couldn't quite reach it.
I never realized how different this tray of old gadgets is until now. Every other surface in the pod is stark in contrast. (Though I have to admit, the latrine can get pretty nasty, with only one for all twelve men to share.) The bridge is always a shiny, sleek white. The wide window above the control panels is kept squeaky clean too. In fact, we have orders to regularly wash the outside of the window. The older men always grumble about it and put it off. They say they hate the suits. But I think they hate going outside. I wish I wasn't so new, so I could wash the windows and have a chance to go look out at space, unrestricted by a window.
Now I'm actually getting tired, and I can't even think about what I'm writing. I'd better go back to my bunk. I don't want to fall asleep here, or the next watch will come in and think I'm on duty and if something happens I'll be blamed. That's how it works here. I think I'll leave my ear compacts in one of the empty little containers to the right of the computer. This wall compartment seems like a safe place to hide things. On a space pod with eleven other men, there is no privacy.
signed off one two five two a m
20 8 5 . 4 1 20 5 . 9 19 . 3 17 13 . 16 18 15 16 5 18 20 25 . 15 6 . 20 8 5 . N S E
