Sunday, August 3rd 2008:
So I arrived in Cape Canaveral yesterday, where I was immediately put in a room, where I'm to spend the next few days, when they're testing me for outer space. Given what was in the room for recreational purposes, I was too tired to write all this down. Right now, it's still one hour before breakfast, so I suppose I could write this here down.
The room in question consists only of one bed, one TV with DVD-player and an old gaming-console (Atari, I think), and a cup-board, which had all the books and DVD's. Other than non-fiction books and documentaries about the outer space (mostly written by or about Arthur C. Clarke, for some reason), there were a few episodes of "Buzz Lightyear of Star Command", "Star Truck" and "Duck Dodgers of the 24th 1/2 Century". Honestly, it's not because this is a space-centre that all the fiction has to be space-related. It's like watching a movie on an airplane about an airplane crashing. The same goes with Atari-game, "Space Paranoids", the only game that can be played here. If those people I met at Celebrity Deathmatch (the Critic, the Nerd and their friends) they'll die if they see all this.
If you're wondering why I'm awake so far ahead of schedule, it's because a sound of music woke me up. In the room next to me, there's this girl with a guitar, playing some music. I don't think there'll be many people who'd appreciate this, me being one of them as it got me to lose about thirty minutes of sleep. But, thinking about it, if this girl is trying to be a musician, muck like I'm trying to be a writer, then she should play music everyday, just like I'm supposed to write every day. In other words, if I were to tell her to stop playing, I might as well have to stop writing myself, as I'm telling someone not to do something that I always do myself, namely practise.
Now that I've finished the tests, I must say that it's all very exhausting. Some tests I do understand, others... well, I don't know what they're for. The scientists own recreational purposes? See if we'd actually take those tests, when they're completely useless? I suppose, if you expect a person to lose his humanity, just because he's a scientist, you're dead wrong.
On the bright side, I did meet with some interesting people. One of them is called Sneyers, who happens to be from the same country as I am, originally. But judging from the fact that he isn't aware of the country's current political situation, he probably hasn't been home in a very long time. Didn't matter, as I finally met someone with whom I could use my native language, at last. He didn't tell me all the details as to why he left the country, having something to do with two girlfriends and the law is all he told me. In other words, it would be a little too complicated for me to understand anyway.
Another interesting person I met was that guitar-playing girl I mentioned. That girl was none other than Ana Free, who's on her way to perform a concert on the moon. The first artist to ever do that, for that matter one of the few female artists I find particularly good at making music. She's even accompanied by some people from that World Records Book, as she'd become the one artist to have performed as far away as she will be. I suppose I should thank that Arkansas guy and that helicopter for getting me here in time, as this is something I wouldn't want to miss for the world, literally.
I was just informed that I'm ready to go into space tomorrow. Finally some good news.
Which reminds me. I have only a few pages left to read from "Ten Nights in Ten Haunted Houses". Which means that once I finished writing this, I should be able to finish reading this book, which I then should send this home through mail as well. Wonder if there's anyone still awake right now, to whom I can ask about this.
I didn't find anybody, but I did find a computer room, where I could use the internet. Knowing this, I checked my e-mails. Erica send me, again, more than one e-mail each day, but only two or three this time. Knowing the dangers of at all trying to leave Earth's atmosphere, I think I should at least send her a message. Of course what I told her is private, so I'm not going to mention what I told her here. But don't worry, if anything, I didn't forget to mention the time I spent with V, just so she'd know how much I miss her presence. I will tell you that... my only regret is, since I may not survive trying to fly to the moon, that I couldn't spend just one last moment with her.
If you're curious about Jess, she told me she found out how to transport herself to another dimension. In doing so, she realized she didn't actually went anywhere, it was just her mind, while her body remained safely where she is. She also found out about the existence of some kind of creature, which made her happy that she owns the book, so nobody else would (or rather could) awaken it. Of course, she's not going to do that herself. Thinking about it, is that why those wizards in Arkham were looking for it? Did they want to breath life into this creature? I don't think I'd want to know. I'm actually glad that Jess and I took the book away from them. This, I let her know through another mail. I also let her know (just like I did with Erica), that I may not reply to any of her next mails, so they should wait until I send them a mail to tell them I'm okay. If I don't any time soon, they should assume the worst.