XXX BEGIN LOG 1 XXXOK. So apparently, I'm supposed to be recording these to help with my mental state or whatever, so here goes. First, I need to start by saying I don't know my real name, my birth planet or what happened to me to cause my horrible injuries. Everything beyond a few days ago is gone. I don’t mean a hazy blur which might come back over time. It is simply gone; as if no memories were ever there. They don’t know if it’s the trauma of the accident, being so long without an adequate oxygen supply or a chemical or radiation exposure. Either way, my past is a void. I woke up about a week ago. I don’t remember much around this time except for the worried faces of the technicians as they wrenched the door from my escape pod and the agonising length of time it took the doctors to pull me out of my ruined capsule. My injuries were, well are, severe; I've lost both of my legs and one of my arms, not to mention the burns and missing flesh. They had to be painstakingly careful not to cause too much damage getting me out. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness, so I didn't feel the pain at the time. I'm told one of the GSPK transport ships noticed my faint beacon while performing a routine scan of the area and drifted past to investigate. They matched the signal to a specially coded GSPK SOS, probably the only reason they helped me, but they've no idea who I am or where I came from, fat lot of use they are! The doctors here have given me the name Marshal, after pulling me out of the pod wearing the remains of a Sheriffs uniform, and fixed me up with new bionic legs and an arm, I ought to be grateful, but nothing in this galaxy is free. They've told me I've got to work off my debt. Going to take me decades, the amount of tech they've fitted me out with but it’s not like I've got a choice is it? I can see a planet outside of the small window I've got in my room so I know I'm still on the space station but beyond that, and the fact it’s a GSPK hub, I've no idea where I am. Don't even know what the planets called, or the station for that matter. It’s taking me a while to get used to the new appendages; I’m not allowed to spend more than an hour a day using them so as not to put too much stress on my healing body. I can’t wait for the day when I can walk around again although at this point I'm not even allowed out of my room. I haven’t heard a great deal of noise out there beyond the sounds of the medical staff and the general noises of the station itself, so I’m not sure there’s any reason to leave anyway. Going to sign off now. They're coming in to check on me again. XXX END LOG 1 XXX
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Craig BoldyBorn in South Yorkshire, he lives there with his wife and Labrador. Working a normal 9-5 while filling his nights with writing. Categories
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