Star date 3300.5.4
Command was…not helpful. They didn’t seem to care about Jemma. “How goes the research?” they ask. “Are the samples you collect proving useful in the fight against the pathogen?”
I didn’t say much. There was very little to report in the sphere anyhow. When I asked them what to do with her body, they told me dispose of it myself or wait until summer when the weather clears so they can land a transport. I just chuckled and ended the transmission. I get that there are bigger things on their plate right now, but Jemma gave 40 years of her life to the mission. That’s not something that should be shunted off to the side. I decided to bury her in the snow atop her favorite peak. It’s 2 miles away, but the weather is already calming, and I can see gaps forming in the clouds. I’m strapping myself into my thermal suit as I speak and ensuring I have the needed provisions. I’ll take the Ice Cat, our snow traversal machine, up to the top of Bitter Ridge along with a few mementos Jemma was fond of. Especially her ice axe. Man, she could twirl that thing through her fingers until it whirred. I was always half afraid it would slip out and lodge itself in my skull, or her own, but fortunately that never happened. I would always flinch, and she would always smack my shoulder and chuckle at my paranoia. I guess its…its just strange, realizing she’s gone. We were never particularly close, but thinking back, she was the closets thing to a mother I have had since losing mine to the disease. Well, maybe not a mother. Maybe more of a cool aunt, or something along those lines.
Anyway, it’s much quieter around here now that she’s gone. I’m realizing that It’s going to be just me for the next four months. Just me and the never-ending snow. Its falling even now, dancing and twirling in the frozen wind. On this planet, if it’s not snowing its sleeting. If its not sleeting, its hailing. If it’s not hailing, it’s so cold you’d freeze in under a minute. Only for a few months in summer does it get warm enough for any kind of plant life to bloom, but when it does…my oh my is it beautiful. Flowers peak through the icy ground while insects that had been lying dormant all year buzz through the air. It’s the only time I can take of my thermal suit and just breath the pure, crisp air. I would wait to bury Jemma then, but that’s simply too far away. The airtight suit will keep her preserved, but not that preserved, and I hardly want to have a dead person chilling next to me for the indefinite future. I’ll give the weather one more check before heading out. Ahem, computer, give me an environmental status report.
“Hello, Jazz. Current temperature is negative fifty degrees Fahrenheit. Weather is light snow showers with snow tapering off until midnight. Can I assist you with anything else?”
No computer, that will be all. Erm, actually, there is one more thing.
“Yes, Jax, what is it?”
Change…change the status of Jemma Lawler from alive to…deceased.
“Understood. Status changed. Will there be anything else?”
No, computer. That will be all for now.
“Understood. My programming indicates that the death of a coworker can bring a mix of feelings that reduce work productivity. So, in harmony with federation law 2231, I am required to offer my condolences. I hope this offering of condolences keeps you motivated in the days to come.”
T-thanks, computer. I will…try to make that mean something.
Anyway, this is Jax, signing off. ns126.96.36.199da2