Yesterday I've reached the character limit for week2, moving on to week3
Just a thousand kilometre from the Hazard, I delayed my trip for a day to prepare my defense. Ebikko cannot afford to get directly hit on the hull, The armor is so light that it would cause an instant decompression, blowing my eardrums and vaporize my blood in the process.
I installad one 23mm auto chain gun on top, and one at the bottom. Fortunately I've saved the conveyor slots on every corner of the ship (hidden behind the plate) for this moment.
On a four-month voyage, a crew of hyper-active engineers will run out of things to do however many make-work experiments Mission devises. By the third week out, I started pinning poster on the wall, leaving ration pack cluttered on the counter, and started collecting dolls. It helps with my psychology, keeping my mind busy. I also collecting books from the derelicts too. My favorite read is Martian by Andy Weir. I could relate to the main character, you know. we're going through the same thing.
I believe that I am sane, and I was sure about it. But recently I am starting to doubt it. I can see someone..
Only a shadow, a silhouette, nothing definite at first. But recently, on the seat, I think I've seen him, staring out of the airlock or standing by the diagnostic displays.