Earth Day 254

Earth Day 254

Log Entry:

Today the group agreed to watch movies after the chores were done. We found an old copy of The Room on board—no one knows who brought it. It’s a terrible movie, in case you were wondering. Whoever you are, don’t watch the room. Actually, watch it with people, with friends. Then it’s worth it.

We re-rationed the food again as well. It turns out Whittleman had been stockpiling for himself. As most of us agreed this made no sense at all, he moved to the top of the list. Out of 25, I’m still fairly low. That’s probably a good thing, however if you look at it a different way it’s the worst place to be. At least if you’re first people will be humane. We’re all trained doctors here, we know how to do it right.

The committee on reproduction also met again. It has been decided that we’re not ready for offspring yet, but we will be soon. The only problem is we don’t have enough food to care for another person let alone a mother and a child. It wouldn’t be safe. However, we also have the means for creating more food. The potatoes are coming along nicely as well as the grass and wheat. We think it might actually be okay. The rain room still works and figuring out how to perform repairs has kept us occupied. Between the 25 of us we’ve read every last book on the station. We’re thinking of either trying to memorize them, rewrite them for the stage, or turn them into films. The last one probably won’t happen as we don’t exactly have the software. Isn’t that funny. Humanities’ finest all in one place, and we can’t even make a stupid movie. What would we do with it anyways? We don’t have enough space to send it to Earth. And if we could send it, who would watch it? Maybe you, whoever you are.

I wonder what will happen when they find us again. Will there be more? Or will the new travellers find corpses and logs with last entries. Or will they never come at all. We can’t be sure and it’s no use to speculate. Although who am I kidding, why not speculate. At least the thought of all of us dead and never being found implies no one else is getting hurt. At least I still care, at least a little bit. 

Regardless of outcome, Project Forward19 seems to be working as well as we’d hoped considering the circumstances. According to the last Earth transmission, the people still don’t know. At least this way there won’t be riots. Sometimes I wish I was still down there. It’s like we’re benevolent gods up here. We don’t do anything. We just sit on our asses and try to create a new world from scratch. Actually, we’re not benevolent gods; we’re gods who have given up on their first world and are moving onto a next. Or maybe we’re just the pieces on this black and white board, and the ones down there are the Bobby Fischers trying to figure out their next moves. At least Fischer knew what he was doing.

Until next time. Or lack thereof.

End log.