Log00004_Gullah_LR

Transcript:

Reynolds: (maniacally, words rushing together) 

Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa. leave it to me. Leave it to freaking me. “Hey ma, yeah i’m good oh how’s space? oh great! Lots of stars, earth is pretty and shiny and I’ve been quarantined in my cabin with no human contact, Im sweaty and shivering like I got caught in a surprise summer storm.  Unprecedented, the one said. then right after “oh, No worries.” Yeah right. A room full of phd’s and a bunch of  questions they couldn't answer. or wouldnt. *sniff* 

(slower, then building in intensity)

I can't eat, i can’t sleep. Every breath burns and costs 9 thousand dollars. But I can pass the time right, I can stay sharp. They told me to write but read my e-journal. So I did and now my stupid right hand is cramping, so they asked me to stop. Hypocrites, all of them. “Take it easy.” These are the worst days of my life. *shivered breath* gotta get out of  this jumpsuit, too hot. Too hot. *shivers* so hot. I feel like i’m bursting out of my skin!

(pause, mechanical whirring in background. tapping can be heard. softly.)

I wonder if I die they’ll leave me sealed in here to rot, where I to die.  Safely tucked away from everyone else.  Sequestered away like a secret. All alone. So cold.... 

(shivers)

So cold. I wonder if they would they jettison me this whole pod?  no one would know. No one! No one would see and I would just plummet-- another meteorite; only as bright as a firework. 

(Tapping is louder)

 At the right angle, i might tumble for all eternity. An icicle, sterile in his picosatellite, silent after its battery dies in a few months. Now that’s a quarantine.

(tapping continues.)

 I’m like a billion dollar bubble boy hahahaha. A couple of inches of glass from infinity outside. Black Jacques Cousteau 20,000 leagues over the sea. I can almost reach it. almost.. 

*Fade out to tapping, humming Creep by Radiohead*