Chapter 7- Sol 41
I managed to make contact today at last. I started sending a shit ton of messages to them, but I guess everyone must have gone home. I finally went to bed, and I awoke to an alarm. I got a new message.
"Henry! Are you there? Are you ok?"
The rest of my conversation went like this.
"I'm fine. My injuries have managed to heal, and I've been spending my time growing food and fixing the satellite. Not much else to do, I guess."
"You haven't gone out to the site?!"
"No, its against the rules for me to go there without the ok."
"Oh, God, you Boy Scout! If anyone has the right to go there it's you! The rest of us would screw up! Get over there, man! The rest of us here figured you'd have dug the crap out of it by now!"
"So, I have clearance?"
"No shit!"
"Well, I'll be on it in a few days."
"At the very least you're alive. That's all that matters. Now go do what you do best. Find out all you can about these ruins. That's an order."
So… that's what I'll be doing for the next few days. I'll report on sight. Now these reports will sync with NASA. Logging off.
