- True passengers / Chapter 1: Fuck it!
- True passengers / Chapter 2: I come to…
- True passengers / Chapter 3: Gradually…
- True passengers / Chapter 4: There is one thing
- True passengers / Chapter 5: Three days
- True passengers / Chapter 6: I wake up
- True passengers / Chapter 7: Let’s think
- True passengers / Chapter 8: I finally finish
- True passengers / Chapter 9: 2841 words
- True passengers / Chapter 10: Day 11
- True passengers / Chapter 11: Day 13
- True passengers / Chapter 12: Day 17
- True passengers / Chapter 13: Day 19
- True passengers / Chapter 14: Day 23
- True passengers / Chapter 15: Day 29
- True passengers / Chapter 16: Day 31
- True passengers / Chapter 17: Day 37
- True passengers / Chapter 18: Day 41
- True passengers / Chapter 19: Day 43
- True passengers / Chapter 20: Day 47
- True passengers / Chapter 21: Day 53
- True passengers / Chapter 22: Day 67
- True passengers / Chapter 23: Day 71
- True passengers / Chapter 24: Day 101
- True passengers / Chapter 25: Day 137
Day 17. I haven’t written in my diary for a few days, just because I don’t have to write “Ate. Pooped.” But I don’t really know what to write now either. I continue to sort through and organize the contents of the personal lockers in more detail. You could say I’m a thief, because I’m invading people’s personal space and taking their belongings. But in that case, I’m the first space thief in history, which sounds much better.
I must say that the looting process is progressing rather slowly. It’s quite difficult to breathe in the compartment outside my tent, and the further you move away from it, the harder it gets. So I started with my closest “neighbors” and decided to use a spacesuit, damn it, for more distant forays around the ship.








