Day 65

Day 65, 

The year os 2078, March 2nd if you're going by old world calendar, Our shuttle has just settled on Trinus, the 4th planet off of the Dromeda galaxy's solar system. Its a nice environment here, plenty of Drougs, rising high into the atmosphere. There are lots of magma streams too. No water though, which makes me anxious.

I can't believe it has only been 45 days since I had convinced my masters to let me venture on my own cause. They were afraid to send a boy to do a girls job. Ever since the gender rebellion of '25, boys have been pushed to the side due to being weak and violent. In some countries we were banned from holding office and government roles, but the grand council is putting on restrictions to control that. It took months of begging to convince the counsellors that I had proof of life on this planet. I had been studying Trinus's landscape for 2 years, mapping every square inch and every dent in it's surface through my telescope. I finally made an offer that they couldn't refuse. If i find anything with a heartbeat the whole observatory shares in it's discovery, if not, I lose my job and speak nothing of this waste of time. Hopefully "by speak nothing" means I don't have to face Law 21. 

I trek along the rage of mountain-like Braugs on the west side of section 45. It's all going well until I get my boot stuck in a crevice. I take off my pack and start to pull. It feels as if I'm about to lose it when I finally pull free. Unfortunately the force that I get my boot free with sends me flying backwards. I stumble over cracks and dents and holes and finally   my body finds a hole large enough to fall through. I thought the pain of my skin hitting concrete-like Braugs were bad, with my bones feeling as if a neanderthal were carving me with knives, but this, the forever feeling of weightlessness with no walls or handles at my reach to stop what feels like an eternal sense of falling through space and time, only for your deep subconcious to know that eventually there will be a ground, whether it be solid or hot magna, I't going to sting like hell. Or if I'm lucky, I'll die on impact. 

My lungs burn from screaming, my skin wind whipped and then it happened. I sense land, if you could call it that. It's soft, sticky, and smells like the aloe plants that exist back home. I feel the heat from the magma river flowing under me and thank the universe for this literal safety net. I almost laugh at the thought of my great great grandparents. if they were in a situation like this they would have been singing to a divine being.  What dreamers!

My sense of comfort was short lived however as a new fear consumed me. I quickly sensed that I couldn't move. Initially thought of as being stuck to the material of the web i discovered that I could peel myself off with a little effort. But it wasn't the nature of the web as it was the substance it's self. My skin became red and blotched, my eyelids grew heavy. I was poisoned by the web.

I awoke in a blank white room later. No sense of time. My bags contents were laid out nicely in a pile on the far right side of the room. My bag it's self were gone, along with all food supplies and weapons it held. I reached for my book when i heard the loud screech. It came from above. suddenly light filled my tiny room and large faces arrived in my line of sight. I was shocked. I think I must of smiled from the relief of knowing that my search has been successful and that I was safe. "Hello! I am Alex from the planet Earth! Thank you for your assistance!" I scream up to them. They have an odd appearance. Large eyes that reach up to the size of a dinner plate with saucer sized pupils a deep shade of purple. Their skins are pitch black only to be distinguished by a pair of neon pink lips. The two of them up there seem to look down upon me with curiosity. The larger of the 2, the one with a huge beehive like head made out of what seems to be hair, plus out a remote from below my sight of view. i wondered what it was until a sharp jolt blazed down my spine and through my bones. My body ablaze I stumble to the corner of my room. I grip my neck and realize i am wearing a collar like thing around my neck. The faces smile and reclose opening, leaving my room to be pitch black. I look at my collar and see a tag. All it contains is an ingrained symbol on it. I slump against the corner, my feelings of success have turned into feelings of fear towards my new, approximately 12 feet high, owners. I think I have become their pet.