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Day 561:

Dug a bunch of ore out of the underground lake I found. Now it’s a deeper underground lake.

Still no fossils. Since I realized this, I’m checking what I dig up regularly. Not sure how we get coal with no fossils.

Beautiful red sunset tonight, which I watched from a mostly secure location while I tried to use the sun to dry. Some days it’s hard to choose between a hot fire, a mediocre sun, and a hot bath on how to warm up, but the show was so beautiful tonight I opted for the sunlight.

I wish I knew how to predict the weather so I could make sure to see more of the beautiful sunsets.

Day 560:

Thing the first: don’t worry everyone, I found the monsters. The new arrow hole in my best leather shirt can attest to it. Fortunately, it only scraped my shoulder. But in the meantime OW I WAS SHOT.

Thing the second: found another underground lake. They sure have a lot of them here.

But no fossils. I mean like none. Even if I account for the fact that most animal or creature remains appear to automatically disintegrate with the touch of the sun, I should be finding skeleton bones or fish bones or something in the soil.

Which points back to either terraformed planetesimal or fever dream. But definitely not some weird vid show where you knock someone unconscious and drop them in Old Earth’s Hawaii (or even New Earth’s Hawaii) and see how long it takes them to realized they’re not stranded in space. Definitely not a place with active evolution.

I think. I mean, I’m not a paleontologist.

I might not even be a miner.

The day I’m having, I wouldn’t be shocked to learn I’m a dandelion.

Day 559:

One of the things definitely pushing my whole idea of where I am into the “fever dream” category are the six-meter-tall brown or red mushrooms.

They don’t appear poisonous. (A smile with a disappearing cat told me they weren’t anyway.) (That’s a joke — I haven’t hallucinated to my knowledge yet, and I haven’t found any cats.)

They do appear to like skeletons, because every time I knock one down (they do, after all, store well, being mushrooms) I find a thigh bone or something where the roots should be.

I’m wondering if I could grow my own with a skeleton bone.

Day 558:

Either I’m getting better at avoiding the monsters or something is up, because I haven’t seen something trying to kill me, like, all day.

Maybe the very tall hill is where the monsters come from and I’ve managed to drive them off? Maybe they don’t like mining noises? Maybe I’m grasping at straws? Maybe it’s all part of a prolonged fever dream and I’ll wake up in the morning with knowledge of how to play the flute?

It was a nice break, I’ll give it that.

Day 557:

I’m essentially tiering this mountain (well, there’s no snow at the top, so “very tall hill”) the same way someone would if they were growing plants in terraces… I don’t remember what it was called, but the hill looks much nicer… on the other hand, I think I’m shortening it.

I’m not sure how I feel about that except that it’s a lot safer now. And as I still appear to be the only inhabitant of this rock of the humanoid variety other than the undead monsters trying to kill me, I think I’m going to worry less about the environmental impacts of one extremely tired miner and more about the safety impacts.

But I do think I should replant some trees because the very tall hill is going to be a very empty hill by the time I’m done if I don’t. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. The trees look nice, and they may be critical to the oxygen supply if this place was terraformed. On the other hand, exploding giraffe-corgis jumped out from behind trees twice on me today and I wasn’t very fond of that part.

Maybe I only reforest the places I never go in the first place?

But then why smooth them in the first place?

(Because I might be chased into them by a zombie.)

Ugh, ethics are hard.