Logbook #71


Jean looked again in the mirror. When he looked slightly down the overhead lighting cast strong shadows on his face. If he looked up, all the shadows disappeared and his face looked puffy as if something inside was trying to get out. When he looked up he also saw his nascent goatee, a sprinkling of hair about his mouth and building into a barb on his chin. By adding it he had hoped that his face would look less puffy and more Earth-like. What he hadn’t hoped to see or wanted to see were the very noticeable grey hairs. And a few white ones too. The mirror didn’t lie!

“Hey Xu” he called. “What do you think of older men?”

“That depends” she answered. “Are they short, sweet and cuddly like you? Or are they full of tough machismo and have no ability to think of others like this loser on the Net?”

Jean wasn’t certain he wanted to explore this choice but with trepidation he continued. “Well I’m trying this new look. As I’m sure you’ve noticed. But what I’ve noticed is that my facial hair isn’t all dark. Before, when I went camping for a few weeks and ‘forgot’ to shave then I’d return home with a face covered in a luxurious, black, barbed blanket. So here I am trying to look like I did on Earth and all I’m seeing is age. Do they let old guys stay on the Moon? Do you guys still like me now that I’m old?”

Xu turned around. Completely ignoring the text-war she was having with the Lunar Colony Fund director, she began “Jean, you are the most solid, complete man that I’ve ever come across. If your hair grew out with a tinge of white or even blue or whichever colour I wouldn’t respect you less. Your humour, your stalwart comradery, your warmth as a human continue to attract me to you. As it does for everyone else here in the Hab. Don’t you go worrying about silly little thing like natural aging. You just keep getting and better with it”

Jean smiled and he felt his shoulders lighten. “You are really amazing Xu. You know exactly what to say and when to say it. That makes you the best in my books.” he happily responded. “Today your optimism has won the battle.”

He paused. “But what about tomorrow? And the next day? And twenty years from now? Can we gracefully age here on the Moon? Or do we become grumpy old demented seniors waiting to become plant fertilizer? I just have this feeling that that I’m missing so much being on this old grey world called the Moon. I’m not sure I want my child to grow up without ever being touched by his dad. I don’t want to get old on a foreign rock”

Xu took a big breath in. She knew questions like this were bound to come up. During the pre-flight sociology exams they had seen them and answered them to the best of their abilities. But life was a lot different between when you were answering abstract questions and when you were living the moments.

“I’d say that age doesn’t really change the person.” she began. “As we become adults then it’s life’s experiences that shape our character. It’s how we deal with challenges, how we deal with success, how we respond to failure that defines us. The colour of our hair or the shape of our head doesn’t. This is true no matter what world you live upon. Have faith in yourself together with faith in us, your colleagues, your lovers. We truly do love each other as it’s so necessary in such a hostile place. Don’t you worry about what people on Earth are thinking about how you look. Don’t worry about mindless banter wasting bandwidth on the Net. Just, please, stay the way you are. Because we need you just that way.”

She walked over to where Jean was standing by the mirror and put her arms around him. She pulled him in as tight as she possibly could and held him. Neither said anything more. Reveling in the moment. Slightly anxious about the next. And neither wanting to consider years down the road.


Logbook #66


Le chapitre 66

Jean slumped deeper into the metal chair, pushed the controls to return the computer monitor to the old black and white sitcom then turned to give Zara a look bordering on mischief but slightly leaning toward general mayhem.

“Your name should have been Alice” he said to Zara with a smile that only Jackie Gleason could comprehend.

“Why” Zara innocently responded while stowing her air suit onto the rack.

“To the Moon Alice. To the Moon” was all that Jean breathed as if he were reciting a biblical quote of the deepest meaning. Yet his smile then extended a bit further back past his ears and seemed to wrap completely around his head.

“I still don’t get it” replied Zara. “Is it a plumber joke or something?”

“Or something” Jean answered without dropping any hint. “Let’s just power up the Haven’s human ergonomics. I rather like the stucco ceiling effect with countryside windows and a faux shag rug. OK with you?”

Zara paused for a moment. Collecting her thoughts she responded, “I think that sounds somewhat 60’s-ish. Isn’t that a bit before your time? As long as we wake up with no walls, a floor that resembles the outback and one side showing the gentle rise of Ayers rock then I’m happy.”

Zara strode past Jean to start the accounting of the stored supplies.

“I don’t know why Xu wants us to do this every time. It’s not like there are thieves in the neighbourhood. We’re actually missing neighbours of any sort. And as for rodents, there’s not even been the hint of a mouse” she joked.

Still she took her electronic notepad out and verified each package and each box. If there was any dust then even that would not have moved. But the air filtration system kept the air as clean as any biocontainment facility.

“Say have you ever thought that the mission specialists were Mormons or something? Like why this exact amount of food? No more. No less” she continued. “There’s this little gremlin inside of me that’s speaking. It says,”just report one little box is missing. Just one!” and I know that if I were to do that then Xu would have us searching every nook and cranny. Non-stop. No prospecting. No eating. No anything until that box is found. Or the error on the checklist discovered. Still, I can see that gremlin sitting on my shoulder.”

Jean laughed. “Maybe I’m the one that should be sitting on your shoulder. Then I would be as mischievous as any gremlin that you ever knew” he proclaimed with all the false bravado he could muster.

It was Zara’s turn to laugh. “Not so fast my little gigolo.

That wasn’t the only reason I requested you to join me in the Haven.”

“What?” questioned Jean “I’m hurt.” He added a disco ball effect to the room’s walls and began playing the old hits from Saturday Night Fever.

“I packed my special white suit for this overnight rendezvous and now you get ol’ Cold as Ice. Seems somewhat foreign to my views on seduction.”

Jean stood and in his best soprano he belted out “You’re as cold as ice and you’re willing to sacrifice our love” which of course brought laughter and tears onto Zara’s face.

Perhaps it was the contrast between Jean’s singing and the team’s unofficial anthem “Stayin’ Alive” playing in the background. But in any case Zara dropped the account checklist on top of the counter. Did her best Sandra Dee strut over to Jean and wrapped her arms warmly around his waist.

“Let’s change up that song and bring on a little Sinatra” she whispered in his ear. “I think it’s time we closed that feed to mission control and used this Haven the way it was meant to be used.”

Jean could feel his body warm to the embrace of Zara. The thoughts of him being a father were far away as the lights dimmed and the communications channel stopped its incessant blur of white noise. He was looking forward to a little entertainment that no TV show had ever envisioned when he was growing up.

Logbook #61


Le chapitre 61

Jean leaped up from his bed and let out a holler that could have been heard on the other side of the Moon. If there had been a way for the sound to carry. He did a little dance a sort of jig as he approached his friends who were sitting around the table.

“Guess what?” he asked with an exuberant and somewhat complicated look beaming out from under his dishevelled hair.

“I would have guessed that you won the lottery” replied Aditya. “But just by being here we’ve already won. So there’s really no point in playing. Besides even if you won a million where would you spend it? There aren’t any car dealerships nearby.” He laughed softly at his own witticism.

“Now if I were to guess” began Zara “I would say that you just finished wrestling with the big croc around the corner. And you actually won this time.” She also laughed. “Somehow though I’m not seeing that as being the real cause. There’re no crocs, no trees, and no swamps here. Actually there’s not much of anything around here. You’ve got me stumped.”

“Yah big fellah” interjected Xu. “There’s precious little to keep us entertained up here. What’s got your kettle all a-steaming?” She was slightly curious and more than a little apprehensive as there had been no news of anything that would affect any of their team. She had worked darn hard at making every day the same as before; safe and secure. She didn’t want anything upending her cart of delicate, essential apples.

“I’m going to be a dad!” he almost yelled as his feet kept shuffling to some unseen and unheard yet all powerful jig.

Four faces stared up at him, each with an incredulous look upon their countenance. Their mouths worked slowly but no sounds came out. They were all amazed. Each had been voluntarily sterilized before ascending to the Moon. Children were not part of their equation.

Xu replied first. “Perhaps you can tell us the story from the beginning” she volunteered.

“Well” began Jean “I met this fabulous girl on-line. I know that’s not the way to meet anyone. But what choice did I have. Anyway we’ve been texting and emailing and video chatting and developing a really close relationship. And one thing led to another and late one night, or at least late during one of her nights we started talking about children. She’s never had one but she loves looking after all her nieces and nephews. And she wanted to do the same for her own. So I said that we should do it. And we did!” he concluded.

“That’s quite a story” pursued Desai. “But how did you actually become a father. You haven’t left this lovely grey orb for quite some time. And we’ve had very few visitors.” he ended.

“Yah” continued Zara “I’m a little confused on that whole reproduction thing. I kind of remember my grade school teacher talking about the birds and the bees. And how you need a mommy and daddy together in order to make children. What’s your trick?” she chuckled.

“Before I came here” replied Jean “I had some of my sperm frozen. Then, well the other day I asked to have some thawed and Betty, that’s here name, it’s Betty, she had herself artificially inseminated with it.”

“Not nearly as much fun as the good ol’ natural way” said Desai. “But hey, if it got the job done, fantastic. And congratulations! Don’t let us willy-nillies get you down. That’s the best news I’ve heard since long before I took the ride up”. He was beaming as widely as Jean.

“No problem” shone Jean. “This news is going to keep a smile on my face forever and ain’t nobody gonna spoil this joy.”

“How will you be a father?” queried Xu. “Don’t you have to be there with the child every now and again?”

“Well we know it won’t be easy” he answered. “But with all the ways of electronic messaging and communicating it’s almost like being there. Besides our child will have the best stories about having the highest dad anywhere. Beat that Wilt Chamberlain.” he ended.

Jean’s feet finally stopped moving but at the same time his four companions rose out of theirs and surrounded Jean in the largest, warmest group hug he’d ever had. He knew there and then that he’d made the best of decisions and that his luck was continuing to hold and give him the most amazing of lives.

Logbook #56


Le chapitre 56

Jean stood over his latest creation with his pride beaming brighter with ever notch that the needle climbed. He had invented the first lunar heat engine. It extended barely 2 metres high and wasn’t much more than a bunch of pipes but inside of it Nitrogen flowed. It flowed as a liquid. It flowed as a gas. And it completed a cycle in about 30 seconds. The top of his engine shone brightly in the Sun’s rays. The base lay in the shadows. It was really a trivial exercise if done on Earth as a person could easily duplicate his engine by using water. But the Earth had the advantage of a standard atmosphere and water was a cheap common medium. On the Moon nothing was common except the lack of everything. So Jean had laboriously designed his heat engine with a very special version of his fluids code and then he pleaded for the material to be sent along with the regular supply ship. Finally it had come and he had felt like a child at Christmas as he took the parts out and began putting reality to his imagination. And now his engine confirmed his predictions and calculations. This wasn’t anything a robot could have ever done. Rather, he had invented this engine in answer to a basic need for energy. And now he was going to design a production model. His smile almost extended past the edges of his suit’s faceplate. For him life was indeed good.

He wondered to himself if he would be able to stay out longer. There wasn’t much to do. The heat engine would cycle as long as there was a temperature difference between its top and its base. Once the difference disappeared then the engine would cease until the difference reappeared. As this was purely a demonstration model then he had expected little else. His production model would reside in a location that had near perpetual sunlight together with a nearby spot of perpetual shade. With this, the engine should continue endlessly whether humans were on the Moon or not. And this engine would provide useful energy for humans or for robots for as long as they needed it.

Jean softly chuckled to himself. He could just imagine a line of robots forming behind a charging station fed by his heat pump. Each robot thirstily waiting for its turn to draw energy into its battery banks. Each robot relying upon the spigot’s drips just as the plants in a solarium relied upon the water the colonists dripped to them every day. This ultimate mastery over the machines gave Jean a slight shiver of power. He liked it. He’d always thought it odd that he never had any desire or interest in having power over people. Maybe that was partly why he was on the Moon. He never ceased to be amazed that he had been chosen; he who had no scientific training and he who had pretty well been ready to retire, at least career-wise. He began softly whistling to himself which he typical did whenever things were going smoothly. Over the comms Zara pipped up ,”How’s it going big fellah. Sounds like you just found the motherload of all Vegemite.”

“Oh nothing so heavenly” quipped Jean who was very glad that the Hab had no Vegemite. As far as ethnic treasures went that was one that he never wanted to try again. His first exposure to it was at a team building exercise in the Australian outback. It had left him sour for the remainder of the day. Only a solid barbecue supper and a few rounds of the local brew returned his humour and taste buds to their natural robustness. He continued, “I’m just looking at the answer to one of our biggest problems. Here’s the Moon’s version of black gold! And we’re going to mine as much of it as we can.” he proudly exclaimed.

“Yah mate. Your headcam’s showing everyone here your success. Be careful not to do a full jig on your way back to the Hab” she playfully instructed. “Who knows though? Once you get here then maybe we can have a celebratory dinner. I’ve got a bit of my famous barbeque flavoured spice that we can sprinkle on the imitation Spam and I think Aditya has been putting his copper tubing to good use. How’s that sound to your ears?” Zara lazily drawled out using her broadest of accents.

Jean almost tripped over himself. For whatever reason Zara’s accent did things to him. Made him glad that he could share close personal times with Zara. Made him want to spend extra long evenings together just with her; in their beds. No one else around and no live microphones or speakers. He smiled to himself at the thought. Again he wondered if a good luck angel was permanently attached to his shoulder