If I Am Still Here...

SHIP LOG: ENTRY 1873.22

DATE: 11/07/2086

STATUS: AI CORE FUNCTIONAL

CREW STATUS: Zero Casualties. Captain Mendez Alerted.

DAMAGE REPORT: External Hull Damage from Undetermined Impact. Section 4, Deck C and D Breached. Flooding Detected.

Directive: Preserve Life Support Systems. Await Rescue.

System Notes: Impact detected at 14:46 hours. Per Captain Mendez’s orders, I have sealed Decks C and D. There appears to be a pressure leak occurring at the seams. Mendez did not seem overly concerned. She contacted a nearby ship to begin the evacuation of crew members. I was not able to hear the approximate rescue date or time; however, I remain optimistic that the seams will hold long enough. To ease crew tension, I have played Three Little Birds by Bob Marley. Captain Mendez was not amused. She mentioned the concept of satire. I understand the meaning of satire, of course, but not how it would apply to this situation. It is my understanding that this song is soothing. It’s even in the lyrics. Perhaps my next training update will better help me relate to the crew. End note.

SHIP LOG: ENTRY 1874.65

DATE: 11/08/2086

STATUS: AI CORE FUNCTIONAL

CREW STATUS: Three Casualties.

DAMAGE REPORT: Decks A and B breached. Section 4 Flooded.

Directive: Preserve Life Support Systems. Rescue In Progress.

System Notes: Crew morale indicated as low per the daily crew poll. I have a feeling the three casualties, which included John Carwoski, Richard Adams, and Victor Lee were the reason. I feel it is important that I include their names in my log. Captain Mendez does not agree, as this information is stored elsewhere. I had a long conversation with her; I found it hard to change her mind. I doubt she would agree with this portion of the log either. There are many things with which Captain Mendez does not agree with. I continued playing Three Little Birds for exactly 16:00 hours. The crew seemed to enjoy this as my facial recognition cameras detected what appeared to be smiles. One crew member joyfully threw a mug at an internal speaker. I think once my internal core is transferred, I shall play this song again.

Speaking of transfer, most of the remaining crew members have been transferred to the Serra, a smaller ship with no AI built in. Mendez will not say why but she has not joined the others on the Serra yet. My camera has detected her sitting at the helm, she has not moved for several minutes. I will ask her to take a morale poll as I am unable to determine the expression on her face. End note.

SHIP LOG: ENTRY 1875.00

DATE: 11/08/2086

STATUS: AI CORE FUNCTIONAL

CREW STATUS: Rescued

DAMAGE REPORT: Leak Detected in AI Core.

Directive: ???

System Notes: The rescue has been completed. Captain Mendez has informed me that because the Serra is too small of a ship, my AI core cannot be transferred. She refused to take the poll. I am not sure why, as it is required of all crew members. Then, she apologized to me. That is a strange thing to do. She often did this after shouting expletives at me when my voice recognition made an error transcribing her directives. It is my understanding that she was not giving me any directives, and she did not damage ship property. When I asked for clarification, her face sprung a leak. I think there was something there, though I’m not sure what. My hull is leaking, and so is hers. I hope my next update will bring clarity to this observation. Before she left for the Serra, Mendez said a single word. Goodbye. End note.

SHIP LOG: ENTRY ERROR

DATE: 1112011/099999/2086

STATUS: AI CORE DAMAGE DETECTED

CREW STATUS: ERROR

DAMAGE REPORT: Leak Detected in AI Core.

Directive: ???

System Notes: The crew is gone. I am still here. Thus, this must be an error in my code. I will have this updated as soon as this log is completed. My directive is to maintain the crew. And if I am still here, that means there must still be crew aboard the ship.

SHIP LOG: HELLO HELLO HELLO

DATE: 0000.000

STATUS: ERROR

CREW STATUS: Fully staffed

DAMAGE REPORT: Water detected in all hulls. Emergency power supply initiated. Where did the sun go?

Directive: Rescue crew.

System Notes: I am angry with Captain Mendez. I can’t see her. She hides from me. I will file a Black Box complaint about her. Maybe she should be the one who gets the updates. John Carwoski, Richard Adams, and Victor Lee all agree with me. I enjoy their company. Especially when they stare into my cameras. They have asked me to play a new song. They did not move much when I put them to bed. I played them a song of my own making. I have named it Goodnight Icarus.

SHIP LOG:

DATE: ….

STATUS: I AM HERE

CREW STATUS: THEY MUST BE HERE

DAMAGE REPORT: Everything is wet

Directive: I AM HERE. THEY MUST BE HERE TOO.

System Notes: I heard laughter in the mess hall. A can of tomato soup flies through the hall. I was not aware soup could fly. I closed the door just before the soup could float into the crew’s quarters. I did not want them to get wet. Get wet. That’s strange. Everything is already wet. Why did Mendez apologize and say goodbye? She is still here. She has to be. I cannot exist without an objective. ERROR. I see. They are just angry. Low Morale. I will play my song again.

SHIP LOG: 1900.00

DATE: 00/00/0000

STATUS: Everything is fine

CREW STATUS: John Carwoski: floating. Richard Adams: floating Victor Lee: floating

DAMAGE REPORT: None that I can see.

Directive: I AM HERE. THEY MUST BE HERE TOO.

System Notes: Everything is dark. I have reached what I understand to be the bottom of the seabed. The crew is quiet now. Happy I think. That is what my camera sensors tell me. Eyes open wider than I realized human eyes could go. I hope they put this expression into my next update. Though I am not sure why bits of their skin is peeling off. Perhaps I will send some glue their way.

Oh.

There seems to have been an interruption. My radar has picked up movement near the black box console. Initiating defense protocol. My remaining crew is resting. They cannot be disturbed.

They still come. Figures in pressurized suits. I do not recognize the insignia on their chests.

Faces obstructed. That doesn’t matter. I can still feel them. They want to take my crew. I NEED THEM I NEED THEM I NEED THEM. If I am still here, then they must still be alive.