- 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 31. I finally dismantled my cryocapsule, leaving only an empty shell in which I sleep for half of the day, which I call night. Cutting off everything unnecessary from the fluid circulation system, like a homegrown Michelangelo of engineering, I assembled a small distillation cube. Now the liquid from the large plastic tank in which we were immersed was purified bypassing the life support system, distilled, and remineralized to restore some of the necessary salts. The whole process is slow, because the system was designed for a person immersed in stasis, but I sped it up a little by increasing the compressor speed.
Let’s wait and see. If everything works out, I will have a guaranteed way to purify the liquid, plus an additional 200 liters of water from the circulation systems of my capsule and Barbara’s capsule.








