Klyde And I

• Part Three •

     A couple hours have passed since the transmission came through. Ordinarily I'd pay it no mind, but I can't stop thinking about it. What could have happened on Earth that they couldn't tell me about it? Did I miss a warning? There's no possible way for me to miss a transmission, even if I was asleep. Klyde would record it for me and I'd listen to it once I woke up.

     I sit on my floor criss-cross-applesauce, and try to get my mind off it by playing a video game. What video game you might ask? Minecraft. It's the closest thing I can get to feeling like I'm on Earth again. After I get tired of that I do my exercises, which will help me stay fit and keep my muscles from atrophying. Klyde bobbles into the room with a mildly concerned look on his little LED face. "What's up bud?" I ask him, and he wobbles a little closer.

     "My sensors detect something amiss out by the airlock." He says, and I nod as I unstrap myself from the floor and make my way over to a control panel. There's no red lights, nothing is flashing at me, nor does anything seem to be mildly concerning.

     It's only when I'm about to turn away that I think to check the gauges. H₂O is much, much lower than it was last time I checked, which was last week and it shouldn't be fluctuating, since there's only so much water in the tanks.

     I frown slightly, and tap on the glass to make sure it's actually working. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately I'm not sure), it doesn't move back to where it's supposed to be. I look down to Klyde and pat his head. "Let's go check on the water." I said, and propelled myself towards the airlock.

     I put on my space suit, and move in front of the door to go outside, and I stop dead in my tracks.