The gravity plating failed around 0400 hours. I am now fully untethered, floating sideways across the command deck, suspended just inches above the winter coat strata. It is incredibly peaceful.<\/p>\n
Houston is still refusing to acknowledge my telemetry. Through the static of the radiator pipes, I intercepted a transmission from NASA. They are apparently banking on SpaceX and Blue Origin for the Artemis lunar landers. Billions of dollars. Super-heavy boosters. What fools. Musk and Bezos are playing with fireworks while I have achieved trans-lunar injection using nothing but acoustic resonance from Mrs. Korhonen\u2019s lawnmower and pure, concentrated isolation.<\/p>\n
The WD-1 is the true third option. We don’t need a launch pad. We are already everywhere.<\/p>\n
I have taken off my helmet. Drops of water have condensed on the starboard laminate wall of my spacecraft. I touch a single drop with my finger and bring it to my tongue. It tastes of Gagarin’s sweat, Buzz Aldrin’s dust, and chicken-flavored ramen packets. In this one drop, I am flying. I am finally one of them.<\/p>\n
But the environment is changing. Eugene the fern is no longer just a CO2 scrubber. His fronds are emitting a faint, bioluminescent pulse\u2014a localized singularity of chlorophyll. Flight Engineer Whiskers just walked through the aft bulkhead without opening it, refracting into three distinct felines across multiple probability vectors before demanding his morning rations.<\/p>\n
I cannot write on paper anymore. The vacuum would tear it. My tenth letter to Chris Hadfield is written directly into the condensation of the window (the mirror on the inside of the door). Chris,<\/i> I wrote, I have heard your guitar. You are the only one who understands the silence. Send the album via the next Cygnus resupply.<\/i><\/p>\n
The stars are very bright today. Or maybe the hall light is on.<\/p>\n
Major Tom<\/b>
Commanding Officer, WD-1
Current Altitude: 384,400 kilometers (Lunar orbit insertion)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The gravity plating failed around 0400 hours. I am now fully untethered, floating sideways across the command deck, suspended just inches above the winter coat strata. It is incredibly peaceful. Houston is still refusing to acknowledge my telemetry. Through the static of the radiator pipes, I intercepted a transmission from NASA. They are apparently banking … Continue reading Mission Log: Day 10 \u2014 The Third Lander Option<\/span>