D.A.B. day 5
Work
Life on dino planet sucks. Just now I can't imagine to live like this for the rest of my probably short life that will probably end badly and painfully. There just isn't much looking forward too. Even if I finish this hut, what the hell will I do if I never find anyone else?
"What's the point of being here? What's the point of trying to endure? Why shouldn't I just give up?"
I get no answer and I honestly didn't expect there to be any. Going over all the work I still have to do just to finish the roof hardly helps with my motivation. I just want to lie here and not do anything. Everything hurts and my hands are sunburned. And there is no doubt that the days are becoming longer, so the summer is coming. It will probably be warm as hell, and either drought or raining and very high humidity. More than now.
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In the end it's my stubbornness about not giving up, and that I should at least finish this hut and endure a bloody week, and see if my kiln work. It will probably be worse as I sit here in two weeks from now with nothing to do and no hope about the future.
"Damn Alien Bastards. Even people washed up on a deserted island or polar explorers knew there were other humans and civilization that could be reached. They had a goal. A hope that they could make it back or be picked up by a ship or something. I don't. You assholes. You stole my life and have sentenced me to death."
The kiln might be dry tomorrow as the wind driven blower system means there is plenty of warm air circulating through the kiln and chimney channels. I need to make a trip to check my fish traps, but I just have to suck it up and do it. And I can bring more slate back with me. I need quite a few more loads. And more clay. And bringing drift wood too. But I'm not motivated to do it right now.
So I stay in my camps shade and work on drilling holes in slate. It honestly isn't as hard as I thought it would be, so I kind of worry all the slates will break if a big bird rams my roof. Great motivation to continue working. But I do.
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When I need to go for a poop, I prepare to check the traps and seashells. I check my salt production, and one have tipped over, so I refill it. The rest will need at least today too.
"I bet it will rain."
So, I add some angled sea shells above to give my salt shells some rain protection, and then I move on. I lost track of how many times I've made the river run since I got here. At least I know the terrain well, and I try to see if anything is new each time as that might be important to not get eaten. The fish buffet on the stony beach is completely gone, and as I check my fish traps it is clear that something have trashed one of my traps. I guess there was a fish in it, and something bigger with teeth was hungry. Great. I'm getting good at feeding dinosaurs. But I bring the trap back with me to repair it. I need to camouflage them better, and a few ferns or something would help.
As I look around one last time before leaving the river, I notice something greenish rolling where the waves break, and I carefully explore. It looks like two bloody coconuts. I poke them a bit and then take them up and tap at them. Sound like it too. With my luck it might as well be a face hugger coiling up. Shit. Another thing to worry about.
"If there is a bloody Alien face hugger in there - I will be pissed. You have been warned."
I bring them along as I return. Once back, I open one. It takes a bit of work as I am careful, but I manage to chop the top of from arms and axe length distance by wedging the coconut. The axe tip show a clear liquid instead of blood, so I carefully lift the top up with my spear and peek inside. It is just a white interior and a bit of liquid. Why the hell would this planet have coconuts? Then again, why the hell is there Dinosaurs here? I don't trust the liquid or white stuff, so I follow my standard procedure for testing stuff and continue working. It feels kind of insulting to find these to coconuts today as I'm just waiting for the kiln to dry before firing it, and the carved out coconut shell would have been nice to have as a bowl. Should I take it as a sign that the kiln will fail?
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As the lie in my shelter I can at least say that the coconut was nice. I never thought I would say that about a coconut as I dislike the taste, but anything new to eat was nice and it wasn't an animal. It worked quite well with salted bird meat. Why couldn't there be coconut trees below? Sure, I couldn't drink much as that would kill me with some kind of poisoning as that happened downed WWII pilots, but one every second day might be okay?
"Damn Alien Bastards."