Star date 3300.5.6
What a night…
I was bolted awake mid-dream by the computer blaring an alert.
“Warning. Generator one is offline. Internal hypothermic temperatures will be reached in five minutes,” the speakers blared over and over.
The second I got out from underneath the covers, I could feel the bitter air hugging my body, goosebumps rising across my skin. The floor was like ice, like cold stone. The generator goes out from time to time, especially when the temperature drops to insane levels like it did last night. Taking a laser drill to the wayward machine, I flushed the coolant system and cleared the blockage, restoring warmth to the base.
My calamity didn’t end just yet. As I was walking back to my bed, the coffee bot, Bean, raced out in front of me causing me to trip and land on my face. I now have a bump the size of a quarter protruding from my forehead. Bean squealed in fear and crawled under the living space couch for fear I would retaliate. I understand why. When Jemma was here, any little thing the bots did would set her off and she loved picking on them. I’m a loner to be sure, but Jemma? Well, she was something else entirely. She took this posting as a way to disappear from everything. Bots, people, responsibility, she hated the lot of it. She didn’t even like me for most of the time we spent together. If it weren’t for my technical skills with generators and the like, I would probably have been the one to die in the snow instead.
It’s not that I don’t understand her feelings. I too took this posting to be left alone. All I ever dealt with in the core worlds were people’s expectations of what I should be doing with my life and where I should be at that point in time. Who cares what they think, ya know? Can I not have my own dreams? Can I not set my own course?
I can…and did.
I’m on this ice bucket by choice. And don’t ever forget it.
“Yes, Jax. I will store this reminder In my database per your request.”
What? No, I wasn’t talking to you, computer.
“Understood. I will strike the reminder from my database”
Sure, whatever. Now then, Bean!
“BLORP! Yes, Jax?”
Get over here. I’m not going to hurt you.
“MEEP! As you wish.”
Pour me a cup of coffee. I need to wake up after last night's debacle.
“Any flavor in particular?”
Hmm, what do you recommend?
“The computer synthesized a – BLORP -- new flavor based on the samples scanned in the analyzer last night. It has a bit of ZEEP! zing to it.”
We really need to get your speech unit fixed.
Let’s go with the new mystery flavor and see what it’s like.
Ah, that smells amazing.
“Brewing complete. Please take your coffee from the receptacle. BLOOP!”
Mm, this taste pretty good. It’s like that pumpkin pie I had a few weeks ago, only spicier. Thank you, Bean.
“BLOP! You are welcome, Jax.”
Now then, back to work. By which I mean sitting by the window, talking into the computer while I wait for the analyzer to do its job. That’s what most of my days are like. Not that I’m complaining. I get to watch beautiful scenery while sipping coffee, what more could one want? The base is built into the side of a cliff and is raised about 40 feet from off the ground. Most of the building is tucked into the rock but the lab protrudes from the wall with a giant glass observatory. From my seat in the observatory, I can see at least 4 different biomes, all with unique and striking features. Below me are the Barren Woods, a series of trees and dormant plants whose foliage sprouts in the warmer months to reveal reds, pinks, purples, and blues. Like a painting done by a fearless colorist, the pale whites of winter give way to an exotic pallet. Further north of the forest I can see where the frozen ground meets the icy waters of the Crystal Sea. As it warms, the waters become more turbulent and become a breeding ground for the massive creatures that lurk beneath the frozen surface. To the east are the volcanic fissures of the Sulfur Lands. Magma, ash, and bubbling pools of rancid chemicals stretch on for thousands of miles, a wasteland within a wasteland. Finally, to the west are the metal-rich crevices and caverns of the Frigid Peaks, a series of mountains and rocky outcrops that are so high they stretch beyond the clouds.
For as long as we have been here, Jemma and I never ventured beyond the Barren woods, only occasionally dropping into the shallows of the Crystal Sea for plant samples. That will soon change as we have exhausted all possible sampleable specimens. New territory will need to be searched, alone. I suppose I didn’t realize that Jemma being gone means there will be nobody to come help me if things go wrong, an issue I will need to remedy.
I need to brainstorm. This is Jax, signing off. ns188.8.131.52da2