Day 237: More clay

Day 237:

I think I mentioned before that I was finding some nice deposits of clay occasionally, especially near the water. It’s great for making dishes, fires well, doesn’t seem to have a lot of air in it… so I’m mostly making bricks out of it.

I haven’t decided why yet.

But I am considering setting down some roads between the various places I’ve opened up.

It would get me fired. We’re not supposed to leave any trace of our existence on the rocks we mine.

I’m not sure I care. Dragging tree logs and things like that from place to place in the mud is definitely not fun, and I’ve already altered the environment enough that I can probably be spotted from space just by the heat signatures of my furnaces, especially when I have all eight fired up to melt sand, like I do now.

So maybe roads. Because a brick house seems too fairy tale and a brick road might somehow lead me out of this place.

Day 236: A poem

Day 236:

Ah, morning! When a woman can sit on her porch
and watch the skeletons flaming in the distance.

Ah midday! When a woman can float in the lagoon
with teeming squid intent on getting in her way.

Ah, evening! When a woman can walk through the forest
clearing giraffe-corgis and giant spiders with her bow.

Ah, night! When a woman finally sleeps
to the restless pounding of zombies at her door.

Day 235: Still sand

Day 235:

Feels like I’ve been harvesting sand for years. The only thing that keeps me going at it is the fact that once I get as much out of this area as possible I won’t have to do it again for a long long time.

The weather here is always late spring. Never so cold that you need a heavy coat, but never warm enough to say that it’s hot. That’s nice if one’s looking for a way to relax with a beer after a long day. But when you’re working in it, you’ve got to be careful… too much hard lifting and heat exhaustion sneaks up on you because the air’s colder than your body temperature. Too much time in the water and you can go hypothermic from the body heat loss.

Still, I’ve been here for months upon months and the flowers bloom every day, so it’s got that going for it. Certainly worse ways to spend your impending death by violent monster.

Day 234: almost too wet

Day 234:

Discovered the hard way that there is such a thing as diving too deep here, especially if one is harvesting sand. There’s some kind of undercurrent that forms if you take too much of the seafloor away, and it pulls down on your body while you’re trying to swim back to the surface.

The water is not for breathing, it seems.

I should probably just be grateful it’s water and not liquid methane or some other horribleness that so many of the planetesimals I’ve  cleared over the years have been filled with. But really, it’s hard to be grateful when you’re coughing it up.

Here’s hoping the water isn’t filled with lung-eating parasites.

Day 233: Still doing the sand thing

Day 233:

I’ve decided I’m staying topside until I’ve harvested all the sand from the immediate area.

  1. I won’t have to come back for sand in a while.
  2. I’ll know not to come back here for any more sand.
  3. If there are any more pigs around, being topside has a much higher chance of catching them than being underground
  4. this whole “seeing the sun” thing kind of feels nice. I don’t know if I was running low on  vitamin D or what, but sunlight is definitely better than no sunlight.

The Company gave us supplements for vitamin D and a bunch of other vitamins directly in our food rations, so we didn’t have to think about them much. Since food rations were directly correlated with metabolism, which was being measured by our mining uniforms at all times, that was pretty easy.

Now I do things like “I feel sad. When was the last time I saw the sun?” and “my skin is kind of orange, maybe it’s time to lay off the carrots” to control my vitamins and minerals.

As for volume of food, I’ve gotten so skinny over the past few weeks that even the clothes I’ve made since I arrived don’t fit right.

I’m eating a lot of fish sandwiches right now and they still taste delicious, which I think is my body’s way of saying, “yo, you’re malnourished”. So I’m going to keep eating until I finally get sick of them, and keep bringing in sand until I run out.

Here’s to a fatter, happier me hauling glass into the caverns sometime in the future.