View from the Window

It is the year 2095. My name is Theodor J. Lindholm and I am one of the 8 Astronauts currently stationed on the lunar base. Mind you, there have been 3 “generations” of teams now on this station. Every 2 years there is an exchange of 4 members of the current team going back down to earth to bring back research material, Alena, my superior, has been on the moon for about 4 years now. This is my first time here.

I am writing this report- or rather diary? – for a simple reason: We have an intern. The problem I have with them is that there is an INTERN on THE MOON.

First of, nobody seems to be bothered by this teenager, sitting in the viewing lobby, doing homework on a laptop.

How the fuck did they get here? There are no records of any additional passengers on ANY of the registered vessels, so they are either ILLEGALLY ON THE MOON, or NASA is doing something rather ridiculous, and there is the problem: every time I try to get any information regarding the intern it gets waved over, as if it’s not something important, as if this isn’t a hugely concerning matter.

I WILL get to the bottom of this, whatever it is……

[Second Entry]

I’ve started to view this situation as an anomaly, since no one around seems to be bothered, and nothing bad has happened yet, I’ll keep referring to the current situation to be in the green; Everybody is the same, and honestly, I think I’ve read way too many horror novels.

So, the first thing I will be doing is an interview. The “Intern” has already provided me with crucial information without talking to them; They are an intern; they are here to learn…… something.

So, I’ll lead with that.

“Hello there, I haven’t introduced myself yet. Never had the opportunity; I am Doctor Lindholm”

I stretched my hand out for a handshake, the Intern jumped a bit since they were focused on their own work.

“Ah, yeah, Hi. Thank you for having me.”

Now that I get a better look at them, since I couldn’t see anything the last time around, given the hood that they were wearing.

Medium build, standard complexion, average height, no notable features, a tan skin color, probably from the constant exposure to the sun, the isolation from our windows is only about half of the filtering capacity that earth’s atmosphere provides.

“I’m Alex, thank you for having me.”

“Likewise…. Say, I’m actually pretty new here, about a month or so. How long have you been here, actually?”

“Oh, you know, a while. But I have to go home before 7, or I’ll be in trouble.”

Ok what, home? Home where? On earth? How?

“Alright, have a good one, don’t forget to look at the time kid!”

“I won’t!”

This is getting weirder and weirder.[Third Entry]Am I overthinking it? It’s not like something bad is going to happen? This whole situation is eating away at my sanity to the point where I can’t concentrate on my research…I figured I would see if Alex actually left the station…somehow, at the time they gave me, I was occupied with my work so I couldn’t….send them off? However was that going to work??And they were, gone. I looked.

Nothing.