Log 1:Recap: “Static, Mission Control, “Are you ready, Skip” I was nervous at the time; I had never been to space, and the training seemed to leave me in fear still. I was still fresh from training a 24-year-old kid from California who got a degree in Aerospace science at 22. But I swallowed my thoughts of doubt and responded in a mood that said I was excited and “ Ready.” That was a month ago when I still had hope of getting home. Anyways mission log:1 as the ship was getting ready to launch I heard a monotone voice over the speakers. The famous countdown like a clock leading towards death, “ 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Blastoff.” It seems so long ago there is no way to tell the time I estimated how long I have been here. There is little light from the ship, a flickering bulb, and an emergency supply of power. From my position in space, I see no sun, no stars, just a black void; it’s really peaceful when you look at it for so long. How it’s just there and how it will be there long after I die, if I am to pass away looking at this thick black canvas then I would be at peace. I can still remember the events of the launch, after the ground-shaking rumble of the rockets. The smell of propellant was heavy, little did I know this was a problem halfway into the atmosphere a red klaxon came on. A sound like a police siren, glowing red, and then a voice came over the comms. Chhhhhhh, Skip, there has been a leak of fuel into the internal ship, and it has caught on fire. I was helpless in this matter because I knew if I were to get out of my seat then I would be slung to the back of the ship. There was no way to eject. I was trapped helplessly in stopping it as I scrambled to come up with an idea. Everything went black and, BOOOOM. The ship exploded luckily the front capsule was detached with me in it hurdled into the black of space. The capsule was damaged close to none, but I had been in worse shape than I was when I got in the rocket. When I woke up, I was here adrift in the cosmos, what a cliche saying. Since then I have been trying to make contact with earth with no avail, my smarts and jack-of-all-trades personality has kept me entertained, and safe for some time. Now as I leave this log in my adventures, I say goodnight and talk tomorrow. Whenever that may be?”

Log 2:New Discoveries: “Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsht today is my second log. I do not know the actual amount of days I have been here. Maybe A month and a half, maybe two I have depleted most of the ship’s remaining energy. I am down to emergency power and have been that way for two days now. I am still stocked on food and water. Surprisingly the food was not lost as I was hurtling through space. The left-wing was stripped of its plates and is now deconstructed and I am incapable of turning the ship portside. I can, however maneuver the ship just using the right wing to move. But where too, the mapping sequences are down to power saving. And the nearest planet I think I see is just a speck. And what I think is a million miles away, so that’s lost. I could and have been trying to rig the communications box to send a signal to hopefully a satellite in earth’s orbit but that’s a long shot too. I am sorry if I am just telling you why I am doomed. I need to bring some more upbeat logs. But for now, I will end this log shortly because I am hungry and I am going to try to work on the communications equipment. So goodbye.”

Log 3:Remembrance: “Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsht this log is my third. I have lost track of the time and have no way to tell the day, hour, or minute. I have not managed to reach anyone yet, and my oxygen levels have lowered to 20 percent. That means I have another five days maybe of air; luckily, I still have my space suit, which has enough air to last me another week. But why bother? I have been trying for what seems like years now to get home and I feel like I am running low on morale. Sometimes I wonder if I should just end it now, end it now, cut off the oxygen and wait for my last breath, but then a thought crosses my mind. What will happen when I am gone? Will I be remembered? Will my parents remember me, they will then bury an empty pine box and forget about me like I never existed. My mother would always cook our family big meals and she would cheer at my baseball games. My father was always out to find a way to help me better myself and he was the one who taught me how to shave, take apart a car and repair it, he taught me how to be a man. Will my sister remember me, all the fun times we had in the backyard when I was 10 and she was 3. I would push her on the swing and I would give her piggyback rides. We would eat ice cream together and watch her favorite movies. But years later we grew distant. She was 14 protruding into her social life with her popular friends and spent hours on end in the bathroom putting makeup on and going out with guys. I would always try to find a way for us to spend time together but she did not want to hang out with her older brother. She should be 17 now, in her junior year of high school. Hopefully, she plans to go to college like me. I had no girlfriend or spouse who would worry about me, no one to go home to. I would give anything to go back to those times, when I did not care about bills, or a house to live in, or when I did not  have to survive on my own. And I would cherish them much more if I knew that they would eventually end. I miss the diner in town with the best cheeseburgers and milkshakes. When I went to the movies with my friends, who all have their own jobs and lives now. It’s just me right now and all I can assume is that it will be me till the end and I wonder if I should keep going. I know what I should do but I will leave it up to fate or whatever unseen force controls my life. The other day I found a disk in the cargo of the ship. On one side there is a green button and on the other is a red one. I will make my decision based on which side it lands. Green, keep trying, Red, I will just stay here and wait until the oxygen goes out. Here we go, FLING I hear as it goes in the air I wonder in that split second is this the end, will I lay down like a wounded dog or will I keep trying? It lands in my left hand. I flip it onto the top of my right hand. I look at the color that determines my life, huh what do you know it’s–CRR BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

Log 4:Van Gogh: “Hehehehe this is my fourth log. I find it funny how life moves you in unexpected ways when you decide one thing and then the opposite happens to you. I know that my last log was cut off, it was an asteroid no bigger than the size of my ship. It hit the tail and I went spinning. It caused major damage, luckily the ship has automatic airlocks in case that happens, but the entire back is gone. And my oxygen is at 10 percent and- I don’t have many choices. My communications are limited so I send out this last signal with my final hope of getting home. I doubt even if they receive it that they will get here in time. If I do not create a fifth log you will know that I have perished and if anyone ever finds this log I want you to know that I really miss real food and the sunsets back home. All I have had for the past few months is dried food and a view of total blackness. Well as I said in my first log this would be a peaceful last image just the color black and the streaks of purple and a few white specks here and there all swirled together like a painting I saw when I was an exchange student in France. Except this is more life-like and more deadly. Well goodbye world, goodbye space, goodbye mom. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Warning, Warning proximity alert unidentified space-craft”

Log 5:Millenium: “I don’t even know how I got talked into this. The whole thing is a distant memory now after I returned to earth, lots of things had changed. I saw cars that flew and cities that were higher than I ever imagined, new ways of travel, lots of famous people I never heard about. This must be confusing; maybe I should start where I last left off. What was it again? Oh, log four I remember somehow my logs were salvaged by a deep space station along with that hunk of metal I lived in. That space station was another thing that had changed. But the part you will find most interesting was that log that I had made is one-thousand years old. The last whisper of a memory I have left after that asteroid accident was me drifting my oxygen below five percent. I had lost my purpose to live. I was just going to lie there and become another body lying in the universe, cold, and lost. But I suddenly saw a light shining into my helmet. It was a brightly fluorescent blue light. It was so big and beautiful it reminded me of the skies above the Laguna beach where I would go swimming with my friends from school, the cool blue water, the feel of the sand beneath my feet, the scenery. It all was meaningless compared to the sight of the pure blue sky that outreached the earth. That beach is gone now it was turned into a factory by the water, it was one of the first places I had been since I had returned. Anyways, the blue light had tugged at me through a hole in my ship as if I had had a rope tied around my waist and whoever,or whatever, was on the other side was pulling without remorse. I tried to grab onto one of the loose electrical cables but it broke at the tension of holding meI was pulled out of the ship closer and closer to a ship that was the size of a continent. It was a horrible metallic green and looked like it was from a more advanced age, it did not look like any other worldly spaceship I have seen. It was long, longer than a ten-thousand feet. It was a bulky ship that looked like it had been through battles with scorch marks and scratches on the side. It also had some sort of prongs going along the entire ship. It did not look friendly and resembled no hope for safety and happiness. It looked like where hope and innocence went to die and anger and violence stemmed from their dead bodies. I held my suspicions hoping that whatever was aboard would help me, I was wrong, almost all the way up into the ship I blacked out. My eyelids were the only things I saw for a long while after that. That is enough for this log. I will end it here. I have to go pick up my great, great, great, great, great, great. You know what I will just call her my niece.”