I Am XIAO: An Inktober Story

DataLog002_MINDLESS.txt⁣

"I repeat, I am UNDER ATTACK! MAYDAY!! Home Base, DO YOU READ??!"⁣
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No.⁣
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No no no...this cannot be happening!⁣
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Why won't anyone answer??⁣
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*BOOM!*⁣
*CRASH!*⁣
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Another missile knocks one of the solar-paneled wings right off the "Blue Dragon," sending it floating off into oblivion.⁣
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This time, I've completely lost control of the capsule. Nothing is working anymore. Even the lights turn off, leaving me totally in the dark as I spiral downwards towards the moon's surface.⁣
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The gravitational pull sends me down so fast there's no time to even deploy the parachute.⁣
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One last attempt. I pound the CALL button with my fist.⁣
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"Please...anyone...CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! PLEASE HELP!!"⁣
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I'm sure if I was capable of crying, my face would be covered in tears. Instead, my eyes flash red in the dashboard window's reflection.⁣
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Status: DOOMED⁣
Mood: Scared⁣
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I've exhausted all options; there's nothing left to do.⁣
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I brace myself for impact.⁣
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[COMMENCING EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN...3...2..1...]⁣
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D a r k n e s s . S i l e n c e .⁣⁣
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[BOOTING UP...]⁣⁣
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Status: System Failure. Booting Up in Safe Mode...⁣
Mood: Blank⁣
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"Ugh...what's happening?"⁣
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Slowly I become aware of my surroundings as everything comes into focus.⁣
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I'm inside some kind of...vessel. A space capsule? The lights in here are dim but working.⁣
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I check the windows and survey the outside area.⁣
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Some outer parts of the capsule are broken...Did I crash?? High concave walls of glistening, whitish rock surround me on all sides. A blanket of stars twinkles overhead beyond the top opening of the deep...pit? Crater?⁣
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Where...is this?⁣
Why am I here?
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Who am "I"?
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I notice the barcode on the inside of my wrist. There's a number under it: X140-728876.⁣
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What does it mean?⁣
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What exactly am "I"?⁣
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[[TO BE CONTINUED]]⁣