Created for The Blood is the Life: A Frightful Halloween Quest.
Message log of the Starship Abeyance (??:?? AM/PM/?)
...And so I reprimand myself for not noticing it immediately. I wish I had, because we are trapped now and my limited intellect foresees no escape. Hindsight, though, is 20/20. Well... it used to be, this morning... sort of. I wish I could explain this to you, so this might never happen to anyone again. It's like some perverse sci-fi film.
I got up this morning and brushed my teeth, neglecting to eat breakfast. Well, I know I ought to have, but I was excited about... no, it wasn't this morning, was it? Well, granted, it was this morning, but not this particular `this morning', if you can understand. I'm sorry, I'm not being very clear... it's very difficult to explain, especially given the circumstances. I wish I could tell you what those circumstances are, because maybe then I could have a record of past events when they happen. That would help, yes indeed. What? Oh, well I'm afraid that's the problem - I can't tell you, because it's very difficult to explain. You see the thing is... there was this bizarre phenomenon. No-one had ever... ever... blast. Where was I?
Overwrite.
Oh, the recording! Yes, that's a good idea. I'll have a record of past present events in the future now - or, rather, when the past comes back and the present becomes the future. Well, when that happens next time. I'm glad I thought of that! Anyway, I got up this morning (or one of many mornings like this one) and brushed my teeth. I can still taste the toothpaste, which is very strange because at the moment I haven't brushed my teeth yet. I didn't eat breakfast because I was so excited about investigating the phenomenon which we discovered. Oh, the phenomenon! Amazing, and terribly deadly. Well... I suppose it wouldn't necessarily be correct to describe it as `deadly', but it might as well be. I wish I could tell you more, but I'm afraid that I forgot what I was talking about. Where was I? Oh, breakfast! I didn't have breakfast on this particular morning. I was summoned to the observation deck because... because...
Overwrite.
The
crew is dead. Well, not `dead', per se - but unlike me they're stuck in permanent loops, repeating the same actions over and over. I think that might as well be death. How would you even know you were alive in such a condition? I pity them, I truly do. I don't know how I'll ever steer the ship home without them... although it seems fortunate that the ship's
fuel gauge never seems to drop. Our food supplies regularly replenish themselves too - in fact, I believe I saw new supplies in there this morning... and the morning before... and come to think of it, it seems to be a daily event. I don't bother with breakfast most days - I'm always too excited by the idea of... of... damn! I know I was saying something important, too! Oh, the... the... no, it's gone again. And it looks like I missed
lunch too...
Overwrite.
Finally, I'll create a message log. I'll start at breakfast, which I didn't have, by the way, as the captain summoned me to the observation deck. The crew had begun acting most bizarrely, repeating actions and appearing to be completely oblivious to all external stimuli. I don't know what I'm to do with them - they might as well be dead. We're lost and adrift in space, with the enormous white eye glaring at us, driving everyone mad - everyone except me, of course. That's why I'm able to create this message log; something has to survive the disaster, even if I don't. I don't remember when I last ate and it certainly wasn't at breakfast. I perpetually wonder what time it is, for all the clocks are broken. They make no sense, turning first one way and then another. Absurd! I'll take consolation in the fact that I don't appear to be suffering any injuries and the ship appears to be in good condition. I can't think why the crew are acting as they are.
Overwrite.
Over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over. I can't even tell what time breakfast is supposed to be any longer! Well, at least I'll have my message log...
Overwrite.
Disclaimer: to the best of my knowledge, this is not what a white hole does. Now you know.