Sep 24, 2004 09:08
Using the amazing power of the internet, I solved my orbit problems by building an ion thruster from bits of console, and monkey poo, which has become like a sort of universal fixative up here.
(I grew up surreptitiously watching episodes of Macgyver through the bars of my cage. Apparently some of it stuck.)
So.... I'm not going to crash, and it has enabled me to do some moderately immoral things. For instance, I managed to break into a certain space station when nobody was watching and grab a much needed shower, a cup of tea and a monkey sized spacesuit.
Which enabled me to (between my sobbing phases) to tether myself, and go on EVA to scavenge enough space debris to start expanding my home.
Lastly, I do believe that my vessel needs a name. I feel awful referring to it only in reference to consoles and panels and airlocks. It seems so functional and reductionist. Not really appropriate, as I feel that my pod is actually quite homely and organic. I have a green area, where I grow biomass to filter the air. I have a brown area, which I try to avoid by hiding it behind the green area (the plants tend to intercept the brown, and utilise it before it can seep to the other side of the pod).
Today, I will be calling it Boris and watching carefully for signs of approval / disapproval from the ship.