I think my spaceship knows which way to go

I'm feeling more like myself lately. 4 days ago I dropped my medication capsule under my bunk and couldn't find it. In the hours that passed I felt more awake and alert than I have in weeks. Obviously I'm being sedated. But why?

Since then I've been pretending to take my medication but secretly flushing it down the toilet. Stanley keeps questioning me. Even though I try to pretend I'm all hazy and sluggish he knows somethings up. Here's how our conversation went yesterday:

Stanley: "Clark, your vitals are not consistent with your measurable medication effects. Can you explain?"

Me: "Hey Stanley what's shakin'?"

Stanley: "Your medication is for your own safety. If you don't take it, the psychological and physiological stresses of deep space travel on the body result in rather painful, psychotic episodes."

Me: "Physi-whosee?"

Stanley: "I may have to alert Major Tom Kubrick of this situation should it continue."

Me: "That guy blows at backgammon. Tell him to bring his board if he wants to get schooled."

After that his annoying red light at the computer terminal went out and the conversation was over. I'm doubling my jump rope and circle treadmill routines. I need to be ready if something goes down. I make sure to wait till Stanley's light is off before I do it. I don't want him watching everything I do.

I'm floating in a most peculiar way

It's hard to believe I'm actually in space. It's a strange sensation. I've been taking these "atmosphere adjustment" pills since we launched on Saturday so I've been a little out of it. Plus, gravity is not what it used to be. I'm half-walking half-floating around the ship.

I haven't been very hungry either. It's kind of like having the flu. The view however, is incredible. Stars brilliant like I've never seen them. My window is just a small circle (kind of like a boat) but I can stare out of that thing for hours. I know the trip is going to take 3 months but I swear Mars looks bigger already.

I'm feeling sleepy again. There's so much more to say but Stanley (the ships computer) says it's time for more medication and rest. I'd argue but it's impossible to convince Stanley otherwise. He always puts things in a way that just seem to make sense. It's kind of like talking with Spock, he'll out-logic you every time.

Take your protein pill and put your helmet on

Tomorrow we launch. It's crazy! I'm staying in a room at the launch site in the Mojave Desert. I got a chance to see the ship today, it's huge! It looks like a giant letter Y. Someone said it resembled a radiation symbol but who the heck knows. Big letters on the side say, "Virgle Alpha Lifter."

Apparently, there's 12 people in my part of the ship. They call it a "hab module". I met one of my crew members today. Her name is Bryn Paige and she's a knockout (there is a God). She's some sort of statistician. I tried to hang with her math talk as she explained what she did. I told her I thought Chaos theory was "very 90's". She gave me a strange look and quickly excused herself from the room. Next time I'll just nod my head and smile.

Well, if all goes well, tomorrow I'll be hurtling through space!

Commencing countdown, engines on

One of the greatest thrills of my life is being selected as one of the few Stage One Virgle pioneers. I'm so excited it's hard to sleep. My Virgle Advisor told me just this morning that my ship (can you believe it, an actual spaceship!) leaves next week.

I've gone through tons of physical tests and doctor visits already. I feel like some kind of science experiment with everything I've had to do. Plus, I have to drink this nasty "equilibrium stabilizer" every day at 2:05 (don't ask why, the explanation is boring and you'd need a physics degree to get it). I have a few more psychological sessions I have to go through but my advisor tells me it's more of a formality at this point.

Well, wish me luck, hopefully the next time I write I'll be in space.