Space Geographer
Returns: Part 8

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

he sheer number of unknowns that we,

as a collective, have on this planet and its
inhabitants is frightening. For how entangled
in my life it has become, | feel like more
should be known about planet Xexon.

It has been a little over two hours under
the hot sun, and I’ve constructed some partial
shade from the remains of my ship; from
the shade, I watch as the creature continues
to sit behind its rock, eyes focused on me.
There seems to be a wariness to its gaze, or
perhaps I am just suffering from heatstroke
and delusion.

The alien doesn’t seem to mind the
heat; it doesn’t even sweat. Not like me, I’m
drenched and stinky. And stripped down to
my undergarments, having taken a sharp
shard of my ship's hull to cut away at the

 

fabric of my uniform—anything to relieve
myself from this heat!

Something interesting and unexpected
is occurring to my skin. I’m sure had Ia cold
shower, I would feel relief, but for now my skin
itches, feeling like bugs are crawling through
my veins. It’s the most infuriating thing!

What feels like another hour under the
sun passes though I’m sure it hasn't been that
long. My crew would realize that, with a lack
of communication, there must be something
wrong. Surely! But why haven't they tried to
rescue me?

I’m definitely delirious now, I must be!
The creature seems to have shuffled closer to
me, and | swear that it has eyes the very same
as those of my sister.

Continuation of this exciting adventure next
week!