Still Tuesday
I'm an actor. There. It's down on paper. What is so difficult to understand about that? But does Vaughan listen? HAH! Does he hell! I kept telling him I'm no astronaut but he seems to think I am. And that strange girl, Acheron, or Ax, or whatever the hell she calls herself, wasn't much help either.
Okay. It's official. Not only am I an actor, it seems I'm an actor with no shred of logic or common sense. Vaughan tells me he wants me to go onto a spaceship; I tell him I can't. He tells me I'm an astronaut; I tell him I'm an actor (and that he's something I won't write down here). He tells me that Cara and the way out are through a pair of doors big enough to admit a small aeroplane and I go through willingly, believing him. Lambs to the slaughter, you might say. Not only that; I can't get back the way I came. According to Acheron, that door only opens one way. (And I tried it, so I know she's not lying).
One piece of good news; Cara really is okay. Acheron managed to track her down, thanks to Tran. Who'd have thought artificial intelligence would have gotten so far so damn fast?? That machine seems more than capable of having a rational conversation, unless, of course, it wasn't a machine but just Acheron playing a joke on me.
No, I don't think so, somehow. Acheron doesn't seem the type to joke.
Having said all that, I have NO idea what we're going to do. There's no way off unless Vaughan wants to let the pair of us out, and let's face it, that's not likely to happen anytime soon! So we're stuck here. There's enough entertainment, I guess, and judging from the state of our room, there's more than enough food. There's just no way off.