Logbook #10

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Le chapitre 10

Desai awoke to the sound of cutlery and plates being laid out. The colonists kept their days and nights at 12 hours each so as to be aligned with people on Earth. With the Moon having days that shined for 350hours and nights that endured for the same, shifting to a local time frame was impossible. Instead, their complete control of the environment within the Habitat allowed them to set times and amounts of ambient lighting. They’ve even played with the humidity and air pressure to simulate different atmospheric effects like dry cool winters or fresh, clear summers. Desai laughed to himself as he thought how they’d finally achieved weather forecasting as an exact science simply because they controlled all the variables.

He completed his normal morning ritual; a wet cloth shower to clean himself, a few minutes; stretching his bones and straining his muscles, donning the simplest of garments. He pushed back the cloth divider and stepped into their communal dining area. He saw Xu preparing her breakfast at the food station. The station, commonly called the kitchen, was an odd conglomeration of pipes and reservoirs that could print out some very tasty confectionaries; if it worked correctly. When it didn’t, they resorted to tubes of ever-lasting food simulant that resembled food in only the barest of ways. He softly approached Xu and put an arm about her shoulder, kissing her on the neck and whispering the most endearing ‘Good Morning’ he could muster. He gently pressed on the knotted muscles along her neck, softly and warmly, over and over again. She was still tense from Valentina’s close call and she’d need some time to mellow.

He tried another tact and murmured, “I see our ventures in the Congo showing promise.”

Using their new status as Moon residents, they had initiated some questionable dealings that could make many people happy and them wealthy; if all went well. Xu turned and stared at him, also warmly but unhappily.

“Are we really doing the right thing by trying to live here?” she asked. “It’s so un-natural, so dangerous. Why did we think we could survive? We weren’t meant to be here.”

Desai had heard all these concerns and more. They both knew that there were no guarantees. Like the colonists of old, they had to survive using their own ingenuity, their own resourcefulness, and perhaps most of all, a fair amount of luck. He slid his hand lower down her back, brought the other one up and gently brought her into his embrace. She wasn’t much smaller than he but he could still use his larger frame to give her a comforting shelter.

He replied, “We know that our future is what we make of it. For good or bad. There is no right or wrong here, only survival.”

Which, he thought, was their existence in a nutshell.

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Dear Fellow Lunar Enthusiasts,

We have an insatiable desire to reach out, explore and develop. Our passion is demonstrated with the backing for another Star Wars movie and its filming begun. We continually hear vociferous demands for letting people live off planet Earth whether on to Mars, a settlement on the Moon or tying up with an asteroid. Yet, we know that passion is one thing while funding is another perhaps even more demanding a prerequisite than desire. The Lunar Colony Fund brings these two together, encouraging people to empower their emotion and invent evermore practical ways to raise money so as to bring space that much closer.

We at the Lunar Colony Fund continue our out-reach efforts. We have been approaching organizations and people seeking their contributions. There is consensus, we can and must do this to empower humanity’s future. We are continuing to help people see the benefit of looking at the future rather than fixating on the present. Keep up your support of our organization, donate now, and we will get this happening even sooner.

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President
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Logbook #9

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Le chapitre 9

Their supper that evening was restrained. They could almost put a numerical value to their decreased chances of survival because of Valentina’s accident. As a precaution, they had all undertaken a work ‘contraction’. While for the most part they were their own bosses, group survival was paramount. Returning Valentina to health without any other incident was their surest path to long term survival so egresses from the Habitat occurred only for safety measures. Equally, the three healthy colonists had reduced consumption to ensure that Valentina had all she needed.

While coordinating their meals, Xu reminded all of them of the importance of risk management. They had no safety net. Small problems on Earth could easily become life threatening as Valentina had demonstrated. Further, their triage and medical supplies were limited and finite. They had to reuse everything; bandages, needles, and casts. Or they’d be without. After the event, Xu’s emotions raged. Worry and concern over Valentina’s condition put a sharp edge to all her thoughts. Anger at the accident, Valentina’s lack of attention, the poor design of the equipment, the harshness of the environment beat upon her calm demeanor. She knew that emotions weren’t going to fix anything but she was certainly going to use hers to proclaim her concern and keep her three companions in check. When she had to, she ruled absolutely and rigidly.

Jean felt another wave of guilt wash over him. He had contributed to the design of the excavation robot that had injured Valentina. He hadn’t seen the potential for the grinding wheel to reach beyond the machine’s walls. But it had. He was incredibly chastened. Worried that his eagerness to please his colleagues, his desire to control the Moon’s basic elements had all contributed. Yes, the excavator was more efficient and had been more capable of carving shapes in the rock substrate. But today’s cost exceeded the return. He would not nor could not let this happen again. Their survival rested upon success. Continual success.

At Valentina’s side, Desai happily shared his drink with her. His warm demeanour and comforting manner kept all of them that much more relaxed. Yet, his mind wandered to other possibilities. “Would human blood on an alien world lead to the inception of life?”. “Is there any life on the surface of this rock that could invade the human body?”. Certainly no evidence arose from the earlier Apollo missions. But, they couldn’t do an exhaustive survey. While smiling, he watched Valentina and wondered if alien invaders were already at work in her blood stream, coursing and threading through her body, making it into their own.

Being the centre of attention and not controlling it bothered Valentina. She felt fine though weak. Her fingers brushed up against Desai’s arm, taking life from his vibrancy. She cowered a bit under the wrath of Xu. Normally she feared nothing but her relationship with the other colonist excised her natural narcissism. Jean and Xu had stitched up her leg, the muscle was barely touched. Valentina felt the throbbing but worse, she felt the sedation toying at her brain, preventing her from continuing her investigations. She took this as a lesson to herself; life on the Moon was beyond precious and she had to do everything she could to maintain it whether it was her own, her colleagues or any of the other flora and fauna that lived with them in the Habitat.