Lost in the Cosmos: 003

ENTRY 003

SURVIVAL LOG

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I awoke to the sound of trouble.

A metallic, vaguely feminine voice was sounding off system readouts -- scanner broken, jet pack online, multitool functional. In my semi-conscious haze, I gradually realized my exosuit was updating its status. But there was no ship, no sign of civilization, and acid rain was pelting down and exhausting what little hazard protection my suit had left. For the moment, I was too woozy to even remember my name or how I'd arrived here. But I knew I had to move or die.

A cave off to my right offered temporary sanctuary, so I pulled myself up and ran for it. Inside, was a confusing mass of vegetation, minerals and greenish steam. I ventured too close to one pulpy mass, and was rewarded with a stinging, toxic fog that nearly ended my life right there.

I confess, I lost my cool and blasted it to its constituent atoms with my multi-tool.

Good lord. What kind of hell scape was this? Deep breaths, I thought. Calm down. The exosuit voice was back then, patient but insistent -- offering text readouts and prompts to walk me slowly through the steps I would need to survive.

I sat in the cave for long moments, trying to gather myself. Slowly but surely, memories returned. My name. The universe winking out. My decision to land on a planet -- this planet, I assume.

But where was my ship? How did I end up so alone and exposed? Why did some of the rocks and plants around me seem so familiar and yet so strange? Had I been thrown from my ship, or had I crashed and then wandered off to seek help?

Those answers I didn't have immediately, and still don't as I sit here now preparing to leave the pitiful sanctuary of this cave. All I know is this: I'm in trouble.

And lost in space.

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The acid rain-drenched hell scape I awoke to, looking towards the cave I sheltered in.