Captain's (and only crew member) binnacle.
Name: Christopher L. Acker, CHR-0508
Entry Number: I lost the count , but it's the first one of this year.
Device: tablet
Planet: Goin' around Jupiter.
Date: January 2nd, 2019.
I've been in this spaceship for about 41 years already, and this is one of those days where I start to feel lonely. Time doesn't fly at all when you are alone in space, every day goes slower than the last one. And let's be honest, 45 years without human contact feels like a hella long time, considering that's not even the fifth part of my life. Probably Joe, the man who I made the deal with, is dead. The deal was that they would keep my condition as inmortal a secret, in exchange of my service exploring our solar system for as long as they please. I have my reasons for choosing to be here instead of having my condition revealed. They let me bring some personal items, my old dusty diary for example, where I wrote my first binnacles, before that it was just a diary I guess. Also, to make sure I wouldn't get bored, they put some boarding games, how thoughtful from them. I have played chess with myself everyday, and I always win. What can I say, I always know what that dude is gonna do.
Sometimes, they even let me chat with them, so they make sure I haven't gone mad. The conversation goes the same pretty much always, I ask if the Oakland Athletics won, they say they did in 1974. I ask about our president, they reply they would rather not talk about it. They tell me something about the Earth getting warmer, they tell me about wars, they tell me about new bombs, about new technologies. I guess that's their way of keeping me here, they try to make scared about the idea of Earth.
Do I wanna come back? Sometimes, I miss hotdogs, but I wouldn't in a thousand years. I'm pretty sure I live better than lots of people that live there. Sure, the food might not be great, but over the years I have learned to master the art of making dehydrated food at least look good. I make some awesome 'fruit salad'. My next proyect is a grilled sandwich.
Another reason to stay here: I have seen beautiful things out here, on these planets. I have seen diamonds raining from the sky, as delicate as water. I have seen galaxies being born. I have seen flowers that blossom in neon colors in one of Jupiter's moon. I have seen bugs with the most beautiful patterns ever created. I have seen small creatures surviving in substances that are toxic to human beings. Do they know it? No. I hace decided to keep all this precious information to myself, to protect space from the human race. If the things they tell me are true, if we destroy our planet, if we go on wars over pieces of land, if we don't take care of out home, then we don't deserve such pure and beautiful things. Why would I trust them with life that we would never understand? Haven't found any reasons yet. Would I do it forever? Yes, if I'm a prisoner here, at least I'm going to do something good with my time here. A part of me still has hope, a part of me thinks someday I will find someone here, someone like me. Someone who has seen stars die, knowing they will never share the same fate.
End of message.
