❝Operation Dandelions❞

❝Operation Dandelions❞

「TW : Blood, death」

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“Title of Documentary: Journey of Colony Founder BASK8

The garden was one of the few safe places remaining on the moon, having been abandoned years ago. The reason why, was deeply enshrouded in rumors, and that was enough to keep any suspecting astronaut far away from this quiet little room of glass.”

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“HELLO!!!!

IF ANYONE’S LISTENING TO THIS, PLEASE CALL MY INSURANCE. I’VE JUST HAD THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE IN THIS FREAKING GREENHOUSE IN SPACE!!!”

It’s a rather special building, actually, as there was more to it than what you could see on the surface. I, myself, didn’t realize that there was a basement to it until I woke up in the basement.

Let’s set the scene. I was awoken… in complete darkness. My pod was glowing a cold blue. Not very welcoming, but then again… none of it was welcoming. As my eyes adjusted to the new lighting change, I realized it wasn’t completely dark, and that I was in a circular room, bland white, and that other pods like mine were around the walls.

Surrounded by ice and mutated glowing flowers, I had glanced around in confusion, waiting for some sign. I had no memory at the time, of anything, but I had been trained for this.

“This”, being humanity’s first shy attempt at preservation of bodies in space, my brain informed me. 

Memories flooded me, and as I carefully stretched my limbs. My internal clock was going haywire, but I could’ve just ask the resident robot how long I had slept, if it still had batteries.

I assumed I was in a greenhouse of some sort, and that it had been abandoned ages ago, considering the rust and that the only light was my pod and the mutated flowers.

I didn’t need to look over to the other pods to know they were dead. I wasn’t a biotechnologist for nothing.

(OK, maybe it was because of the loud flat line noise coming from them, BUT WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT HERE.)

The necessary questions popped into my head, but unlike last time, answers didn’t pop into my head with them.

I made a quick list in my head :

• Where the holy grail am I??? More specifically: WHAT PLANET AM I ON??
• Who am I again??
• Why is everyone else dead?
• Is there anyone looking for me? (Not gonna lie, I feel pretty important.)
• And most importantly, WHERE IS MY LAPTOP??!?! 

Nostalgically playing Mice on Venus in my head, I selfishly wondered when was the last time I played Minecraft. (I was a pretty big gamer freak, although I kept to games where physics didn’t apply, because they made me laugh.)

It was at that moment, when I was reminiscing about Gellie the Jellie cat, who was waiting for me in my creative world, that I had doubled over, and coughed blood into the crook of my now skinny elbow.

Blood. The thick red stuff that keeps you alive.

The stuff that people are apparently scared of.

Even though I scoffed at people like that, I felt a jerk of panic go through my body and I kneeled over a flower. My brain was trying to find answers, but it had more questions with every moment I was here, drowning in the flat line noise, staring at the blood on my sweater, possibly alone.

Alone. 

Holy crap, I was on the moon.

I was a participant of Operation Dandelions… and I was the only dandelion to poke its head from the (possibly radioactive) snow.

Anyways, that’s the end of this radio transmission. Y’all, humans, if you can hear me, mind sending some help? I’m kind of stuck here with the dead bodies of my colleagues. It’s creepy. Sorry for the entire monologue exdee (xD?).

Peace out.”

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“Hello, humanity!!

It’s been a considerable time skip, but I’m doing pretty good, actually.

I found my laptop, and killed the battery immediately because I tried to open Minecraft. That sucks, but I killed a mini robot with a fork to charge it, so Gellie, don’t worry, I’m coming.

I think I would have been concerned by that at some point, but life is a blur now. I literally grew a potato farm using the mutated flowers. They aren’t exactly potatoes and taste really, really bad, but it’s a nice reminder of home. 

I have yet to figure out a way to survive long term or reach back home on Earth (if anyone is waiting for me), so I’ll just keep recording these and sending them to you guys.

Y’all haven’t replied to me yet, so would be nice if you did that soon.

I’m not kidding, my water supply is getting dangerously low.

Seriously. Come quick.

Peace out.”

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“We will now read out the questions for your exam. Listen carefully.

1. Who does the speaker ask to call at the beginning of the recording?
2. What made the botanical greenhouse so special?
3. Why do you think the speaker thought that the blue was an unfriendly color?
4. What kind of games did the speaker enjoy?
5. What was the name of the speaker’s Minecraft cat?
6. What is the now known name of the plants that the speaker grew? If you don’t know, just say what they were similar to.
7. What operation was the speaker a part of? How did this contribute to the AI revolution?

 This concludes your Moon History exam instructions.”

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“This audio was provided by the International Space Council.

You may start your test now. Any forms of recording, like nanorecorders or Gellies will be confiscated when found.

You are allowed one re-listen. Best of luck, you slimy little slugs.”

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Author’s note : awwh I’m sorry for not posting in so long! But have a compensation story. I really like this week’s prompts, so more are probably its way. Inspo from my language listening exam!!

So if you didn’t get it yet, this was the story of a moon colony founder in the future. They woke up from hibernation in the supposed Operation Dandelions, and that everyone else on the moon is ded. But it’s ok, it’ll grow into a nice colony once help arrives (circa 3086, credit: Kikipedia)

I tried something new for this story... how was it?

By the way, I wrote this but I now give to my cousin as a gift. You’re welcome Manya. Go ahead and turn it into a novel. :D

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