A story about two main characters in the dark recess of space

Space is a dark, low abyss. Let me tell you how we got here. Hi, I’m Alvin, Alvin Reid and I’m recording this space journal after our space collision. We were traveling through a high-speed orbit and one of out ide panel got detached and a few wires seemed to be damaged when a fleet of asteroids appeared in front of our ship. I’m no expert so I called the space Centre control room through radio communication and headed out with my space partner, Henry Pavarotti.The second reason I’m recording this journal is to rant about how annoying Henry is. Who sent him with me? This seemed like a joint plot that people may have planned against me to take revenge for every single time I rushed to the bathroom as soon as the bill came to our table .I had no idea I was digging my grave all the while thinking to myself how cheeky yet smart I had been to dodge the payment yet again. When all the participants of the pace training experiment fell away, I had an itchy feeling in my gut that something was amiss. I Thought that going to Mars as a test subject would get me lots of recognition and most of all Cash but sadly this was not to be. The space company sponsored my wife and kids, through their school and other expenses as insurance if I don’t make it. No cash but a pile of Trash. Having Henry around is Painful in the least. I don’t understand how he stays so positive even though everything around us has gone up in flames and our spaceship wiring is banjaxed from various angles. we both were hanging outside the space shuttle trying to fix the wiring and the damaged panel. Suddenly henry sees that his space cord is unplugged. I must hold on to him for dear life. HIS dear life, so he could use my cord and get back in the spaceship. I had to do this while trying to take instructions from the space station and trying to fix the wiring as well. Instead of going back inside, Henry insists on giving me company and blabbers on relentlessly about his puppy at home who pooped on his carpet and dragged his behind all the way down to the front porch. The puppy took its own sweet time fumigating Henry’s entire hall. When Henry come down from the washroom he smells the Hall and it reeks to high heaven, but henry being henry says :”Aah ,the smell of fertilizer, I feel blessed .”Who has spread this blessing within my home?Ah was it you Poppy, I should rename you as Poopy, ”PROVIDER of FERTILIZER ”.Kind of cute right? “Henry asked. “Not what I feel” I replied. That guy was supposed to take the opportunity to discipline his puppy while it was small, and this is what he does. I on the other hand, am someone who enjoys peace and quiet. Not a people person really, But I’m not completely antisocial, I like to meet family and a few close friends. We are twelve days away from Mars, but our ship has broken down and we are still looking for further instructions from the technician if only Henry would stop chiming in to ask them about food supplies. Food supplies would be needed to survive although this was second to a lack of oxygen in due time, we had plants on board to provide us with oxygen as they photosynthesized but who knows how long this would last. But at this moment, I knew that henry had grown on me like mold that grows in a bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned in like forever. And boy, that felt warm. Having someone beside me even if it was this godforsaken Henry. Working with him in this dark place where no other life form would comfort me, Henry felt like fertilizer to my soul. Although it stank, it still gave me enough nourishment to help me grow and work in a difficult position, during times of scarcity and built me from the inside out. Therefore, I can express myself in this space record of mine. Drifting in space, we felt that we had to keep each other company. Henry misses poppy and his pooped filled shenanigans. I missed my wife to the umpteenth degree but I’m not sure I’ll be able to tell her or show her to that effect. I don’t know how long I’ll be in space till a backup spaceship comes and takes us back to earth. I’m going to bide my time and I’m going to tell henry to his face that he sucks big time. I believe it will relieve him of him oxygen faster than mine when he exhausts himself when he’s angry, then I can be peaceful and at peace. I’ll try it today and record its aftereffects maybe henry will be quiet once he realizes his oxygen is limited. He didn’t know anything about the plants that made oxygen and how will it be deposited into our suits to use. We have no idea we are awaiting correspondence from the space Centre to ask them this. We had come back inside the spaceship floating around impatiently. This was the moment I thought to infuriate Henry. I screamed at him “Henry! I hate your poop faced dog and I hate you! you have been nothing but a pain in the behind since you got here “I don’t care if you die in this ship I have half a mind to push you out so that I never see your face again!!!.Henry looked at me with his deep brown eyes but didn’t reply for quite some time. “then he turned his face towards me and said:” I didn’t know you felt like that and tried to float towards me with his hands outstretched and instead of getting angry he enveloped me in a warm hug .”Let me know more “he whispered. I realized that I had made a friend for life. I had such anger towards him, but I was shocked by his kind and mellow response in the face of ultimate despair. “I’m never letting you go “I replied hugging him back. And so in the face of hopelessness, hatred and anger we became bosom buddies. I don’t care if we don’t get back to earth, I have all I want right here with me in this moment.A story about two main characters in the dark recess of space.

Space is a dark, low abyss. Let me tell you how we got here. Hi, I’m Alvin, Alvin Reid and I’m recording this space journal after our space collision. We were traveling through a high-speed orbit and one of the side panels got detached and a few wires seemed to be damaged when a fleet of asteroids appeared in front of our ship. I’m no expert so I called the space Centre control room through radio communication and headed out with my space partner, Henry Pavarotti.The second reason I’m recording this journal is to rant about how annoying Henry is. Who sent him with me? This seemed like a joint plot that people may have planned against me to take revenge for every single time I rushed to the bathroom as soon as the bill came to our table .I had no idea I was digging my grave all the while thinking to myself how cheeky yet smart I had been to dodge the payment yet again. When all the participants of the pace training experiment fell away, I had an itchy feeling in my gut that something was amiss. I Thought that going to Mars as a test subject would get me lots of recognition and most of all Cash but sadly this was not to be. The space company sponsored my wife and kids, through their school and other expenses as insurance if I don’t make it. No cash but a pile of Trash. Having Henry around is Painful in the least. I don’t understand how he stays so positive even though everything around us has gone up in flames and our spaceship wiring is banjaxed from various angles. we both were hanging outside the space shuttle trying to fix the wiring and the damaged panel. Suddenly henry sees that his space cord is unplugged. I must hold on to him for dear life. HIS dear life, so he could use my cord and get back in the spaceship. I had to do this while trying to take instructions from the space station and trying to fix the wiring as well. Instead of going back inside, Henry insists on giving me company and blabbers on relentlessly about his puppy at home who pooped on his carpet and dragged his behind all the way down to the front porch. The puppy took its own sweet time fumigating Henry’s entire hall. When Henry come down from the washroom he smells the Hall and it reeks to high heaven, but henry being henry says :”Aah ,the smell of fertilizer, I feel blessed .”Who has spread this blessing within my home?Ah was it you Poppy, I should rename you as Poopy, ”PROVIDER of FERTILIZER ”.Kind of cute right? “Henry asked. “Not what I feel” I replied. That guy was supposed to take the opportunity to discipline his puppy while it was small, and this is what he does. I on the other hand, am someone who enjoys peace and quiet. Not a people person really, But I’m not completely antisocial, I like to meet family and a few close friends. We are twelve days away from Mars, but our ship has broken down and we are still looking for further instructions from the technician if only Henry would stop chiming in to ask them about food supplies. Food supplies would be needed to survive although this was second to a lack of oxygen in due time, we had plants on board to provide us with oxygen as they photosynthesized but who knows how long this would last. But at this moment, I knew that henry had grown on me like mold that grows in a bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned in like forever. And boy, that felt warm. Having someone beside me even if it was this godforsaken Henry. Working with him in this dark place where no other life form would comfort me, Henry felt like fertilizer to my soul. Although it stank, it still gave me enough nourishment to help me grow and work in a difficult position, during times of scarcity and built me from the inside out. Therefore, I can express myself in this space record of mine. Drifting in space, we felt that we had to keep each other company. Henry misses poppy and his pooped filled shenanigans. I missed my wife to the umpteenth degree but I’m not sure I’ll be able to tell her or show her to that effect. I don’t know how long I’ll be in space till a backup spaceship comes and takes us back to earth. I’m going to bide my time and I’m going to tell henry to his face that he sucks big time. I believe it will relieve him of him oxygen faster than mine when he exhausts himself when he’s angry, then I can be peaceful and at peace. I’ll try it today and record its aftereffects maybe henry will be quiet once he realizes his oxygen is limited. He didn’t know anything about the plants that made oxygen and how will it be deposited into our suits to use. We have no idea we are awaiting correspondence from the space Centre to ask them this. We had come back inside the spaceship floating around impatiently. This was the moment I thought to infuriate Henry. I screamed at him “Henry! I hate your poop faced dog and I hate you! you have been nothing but a pain in the behind since you got here “I don’t care if you die in this ship I have half a mind to push you out so that I never see your face again!!!.Henry looked at me with his deep brown eyes but didn’t reply for quite some time. “then he turned his face towards me and said:” I didn’t know you felt like that and tried to float towards me with his hands outstretched and instead of getting angry he enveloped me in a warm hug .”Tell me more “he whispered. I realized that I had made a friend for life. I had such anger towards him, but I was shocked by his kind and mellow response in the face of ultimate despair. “I’m never letting you go “I replied hugging him back. And so in the face of hopelessness, hatred and anger we became bosom buddies. I don’t care if we don’t get back to earth, I have all I want right here with me in this moment.