by D.J. Sylvis
Hello, this is D.J. Sylvis – creator of Moonbase Theta, Out. Welcome to our second and final bonus episode of season one. This is another personal entry from Roger Bragado-Fischer, but this takes place a week or so after the final episode of the regular season.
Thank you for listening and sharing, for your support on social media, and thanks to our Patreon supporters who make all of this possible. It’s been an amazing journey and we can’t wait to bring you more.
Enjoy! This is Monkeyman Productions, Out.
This is Consortium Channel 5, Moonbase Reports and Broadcasts, all transmissions approved by Enclave Security Information Officer Stan Hobinson.
The Consortium interrupts this broadcast for the following sponsored message.
NOTE – There may be an ad inserted at this point before the episode.
I’m just saying you could have left a note. “Hey Roger, we were feeling a little dozy. Dinner’s in the fridge.” Which fridge, of course, that’s the game.
Personal log. I haven’t done one of these in a while, and it seems particularly absurd at this moment, but here we are. It’s been a week since I came back from the other side, and I think I’m done having conversations with this lot.
Okay, hands off, I get the message.
I’m done blaming them. What other choice did they have? When you know … what there is to know? You either lean into the nervous breakdown, or you … they’ve got no worries now. They can’t wake up unless someone else does the job of sorting shit out.
But I’m still here. My pod is waiting, there are automated systems, everything was set up for this ending, but … I feel like I need to keep watch. Someone has to walk the halls and remember.
I really am stuck on the Ancient Mariner thing. I guess I’ll go wander, keep my eye out for a wedding guest. More soon.
(When we cut back in, Roger’s voice is hollow, and we can hear all of his breathing. He is in a spacesuit out on the surface.)
One thing I did that’s always been on my ‘nice to have’ list was set up a portable rig, so I could record from wherever I happen to be. No more hiding away in the broadcast booth. I can talk to myself from the bare black surface of the moon and capture every syllable.
I’m coming up here less often, day by day. The stars aren’t … they don’t do it for me anymore. I’m sorry, Nessa. I’m sorry, Alexandre. There must be a poem in your book for this, but … that hasn’t been doing it for me either. Not since Coleridge. There’s a reason he never wrote a sequel. “The Mariner is back … and he’s not gonna take it anymore!” You could cast the albatross as my Disneyesque sidekick.
That’s the real reason, Alex, why I haven’t gone to the pod. But it’s getting harder to resist. If I let myself go … it’s the dumbest thing. I don’t even know where home is now. I don’t know if you made it out, if you heard my message. I don’t …
(Another chime. When we come back, Roger’s voice is normal again, but the background noise has changed – more empty, more of an echo. We are in the laboratory. There may be some very muted equipment noises. His voice is a bit sleepy, but the tone is normal.)
I’m in the labs now, finished my rounds. “Base operations remain …” – pretty decent on their own. I top off the hydroponics every once in a while, check the oxygen levels. Try to make myself eat. Chocolate supplies are finite, but I have the full crew’s allotment at this point.
There’s not much left on this level – a few experiments that wound up in cold storage, an active monitor or two, otherwise it’s dark. I stay down here, most nights. It feels less empty than the bunkroom, or … in with the stasis pods.
It’s hard to remember what it was like, sleeping in our bed, listening to you snore. Being twisted into shapes as one dog or the other wriggled in between. I can’t even imagine with all those puppies.
I forgot the puppies. You couldn’t possibly have … maybe he did, Roger. Maybe they’re living on a freehold in the country, with all the room to run and chase rabbits.
When I can’t sleep, I play back the notes the scientists left. That generally puts me right out.
(Another beep of some sort – not the personal log chime – and we hear a recording play.)
(The recording of the scientist has faded out and there is a break in the recording. The personal log chime once again, and we come back to Roger’s voice, raspy from sleep but suddenly alert.)
Wait. Hold on. I want this copied to my personal folder.
(We hear a few muted beeps as before, and a new recording begins.)
Additional note. This is Wilder, Base Maintenance – it was my responsibility to, uh, terminate this experiment after th’ Grand Exodus. Instead, I let the little buggers – not so little now – keep on tumblin’ around for a while, like our own personal Hamsterdance. Nessa liked knowing they were there, gods rest her soul, and we all … liked her. So I decided, after, to set up a chamber where they could go into stasis like th’ rest of us. They do pretty well on their own, but I thought it couldn’t hurt.
(We hear the mechanism in their arm move, and a sudden unhappy tick.)
Got to rejig that later.
Anyhoo, it was a piece o’ work. I managed to sweet-talk a tech down below into sendin’ me some schematics for the pods – they blacked out pages at a time, but I was able to piece most of it together. I got to know the procedure pretty slick, front and back, upside, downside, inside out. You name it. I’m pretty sure at this point, I could even pull people out o’ stasis with the tools that I’ve got on hand.
Or in hand. I know they didn’t mean to set that knowledge loose. I made a few sketches – make sure you check ‘em out if you’re gonna carry on from what I started –
(Another beep, and her voice is cut off.)
Save full entry and all attached image files.
Well. That, umm … just happened.
That could be a thing.
(We hear the personal log chime, signing off. The episode ends.)
Moonbase Theta, Out is a Monkeyman Productions podcast. This episode was written by D.J. Sylvis and performed by Leeman Kessler, David S. Dear, and Tina Daniels.
Theme music is “Star” by the band Ramp – check them out at ramp dash music dot net. Additional credits are in the show notes, and additional show information is on monkeyman productions dot com. Follow us on Facebook and Twitter – we use Twitter a lot – and if you want to be one of the super-moon-heroes who help us make the show possible, support us at Patreon dot com slash monkeymanproductions! We give our backers a lot of extras and
behind-the-scenes info, even special minisodes! And you always have our grateful thanks for listening, sharing the show with friends, joining our Discord to chat with us … all the ways you’re a part of our Mooniverse community. Take care, and we’ll be back soon!
Consortium Channel 5 ends our broadcast day with a final message: honour all curfews, listen to Security, and KEEP WATCHING THE MOON.
NOTE – There may be an ad inserted at this point after the episode.