To the Moon and Back

EARTH: 6078, September first: Cameron

I think they're trying to poison me. Those floaty orange things I had to skin look like round circles of death. And the meat we chopped up had to be polluted and lethal to eat. Maybe they're trying to kill me because I'm from Great Moon.
The redhead laughed at me. Everything seemed to amuse him.
"Have you never seen a carrot before?" he asked, smiling broadly.
'What's a carrot?' I wanted to ask, but I wouldn't give him another chance to laugh at me.
"We have different varieties of produce on Great Moon." I said, trying to sound smart.
The smile died on his face.
"You're from the moon?" he asked quietly.
"Yes." I answered, taking a hint and lowering my voice.
"Why, what does that mean Aaron?" Marcy asked.
"It means we need to go." Aaron got up and signalled for me to follow, which I did.
We went back to what must have been the infirmary and Aaron explained why he was so worried.
"Lots of people here, they don't like the Lunatics," (I'm guessing that's an insult.) "they think they abandoned us, and there's a lot of hard feelings. To have one of their kids here, your life would be deeply unpleasant, to say the least."
"Great, I land in the middle of a war." I grumbled to myself.
"Not war, just an old grudge. The only reason everything's still fine is they think you're from Australia." Aaron assured me, although that wasn't very reassuring.
"So I just say Australia was testing space ships, even though they have no power?" I asked skeptically.
"We don't know that, we haven't had contact with them in years." Aaron protested.
"But I know, all the satellites are broken, and we did a scan of the place, nothing."
Aaron opened his mouth to argue, but Marcy spoke over him.
"Zaire, don't you get it? You're going to have to lie. Make it sound believable, these people don't know that Australia is disabled like us, say something like your parents are scientists, they were testing a space pod, you climbed in and accidentally marooned here, easy peasy."
I still wasn't one hundred percent onboard.
"Wouldn't Australia have tried to help you?"
Aadolf (what kind of a name is that?) laughed grimly.
"No one has had contact with them in years."
"I'm not sure I'll be very convincing though. I know nothing of their behaviour. Or if they're still alive."
Marcy sighed loudly. "You just have to lie until we can get you to your space ship, which shouldn't take too long if your parents are looking for you."
I thought about it. It could work, or it could fail horribly. Considering the fact that I was stuck on a strange planet for the time being, I decided it was better to be accepted instead of rejected.
"All right, let's go with your story."
Which, I realized, wasn't very far from the truth.
A man walked by the door.
"How's our newcomer doing?" He asked.
"That's the doctor, tell him your story." Marcy hissed at me, or was it Maarie? No no, it was Marcy.
All right, let's see if I've gotten any better at lying.
"So, where are you from young man?" The doctor asked me after all the usual doctor questions.
Australia, just say Australia.
"Great Moon."
Idiot! I. Am. An. Idiot!
"What?" The doctor practically hit the ceiling.
Marcy came to my rescue.
"Forgive him, he has a strange sense of humour. He tried to pull the same thing on us! But he's really from Australia. They've had power and technology since the war."
"Really? Australia? Well, that explains your accent. So, tell me son. What's it like over there? How's the living conditions?" He seemed both annoyed and curious.
"Well..uh...the Australian satellites are all down. So, uh, no...cable?"
"Cable? What's cable?" The poor Doctor looked so confused. "Oh well, I guess I'm too old school to understand." He shook his head. 
At least he didn't call everyone in so they could play soccer with my head.
The doctor left, after nodding goodbye to the others.
"Wow, you are the worst liar ever." Maarie snorted.
"At least he's not suspicious." I pointed out, trying to distract them, but Marcy wouldn't be fooled.
"No offence, but Maaries right. What happened?"
Now, lying I can't do. But telling the truth, well I'm exceptional at that.
"I can't lie, fib, or say anything but the truth. No matter how hard I try, I can not lie."
"Seriously?" Aaron didn't believe me.
"It's true, ask any one of my teachers."
"Why would your teachers know if you can lie or not?" Maarie asked.
She obviously doesn't know what teachers are.
"Because they watched over me for years, we always had the same teachers."
Maarie raised her hand sheepishly.
"What's a teacher?"
"Obviously it's someone who teaches you stuff." Marcy scoffed.
"Maybe we should get someone to teach you to be quite." Maarie shot back.
Aaron and I looked at each other and started to laugh.
"You guy's are a riot."