There is someone else out here. I heard it earlier. Morse code. I don't understand Morse code but I know what it sounds like. Someone was tapping it out on metal. There's something going on here and I don't understand it. It's frustrating. Before now I thought paranoia was just something in stories.
posted by Oates @ 12:00 AM
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*Tap, taptaptap, tap, tap...*
It started again this evening while I was about to sleep. The squids weren't around, made me feel lonely. I know it was kind of stupid but I tethered myself to the area I've been patching up as my cabin and launched out, away from the wreck into the sunward side.
The wreck spreads out like a blade on the orbit it's formed in, sparkling in the morning sun. I can make out what various parts of the ship were, cargo areas, the old crew module, but I can't see who's making the noise... if they could see me now and wanted to kill me it'd be easy. A long line of rope is all that's holding me here.
But they don't. As I pull myself into the wreck Patch comes out to greet me, nuzzling my shoulder before shooting back into the ship with a fart of charcoal smelling gas. Stupid bloody squids. Dunno what I'd do if they weren't around.
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