It all started with a man called Marcus Stink and his marvelous invention: a spacesuit with a patented survival system that manages food, water and waste disposal in a continuous cycle.
By recycling one meal virtually forever, the suit cut the space program's costs dramatically. The only downside? No more astronaut ice cream!
The suit had never been tested in space, so I was selected, along with six other prime astronauts, for this critical mission. I was so excited! But something went wrong.
I still don't know exactly what happened. One minute we were in the middle of a rockabilly dance party, and I was gathering the courage to ask Carrie Sample for the next dance...
...and the next thing I knew, I was floating in open space, amid the debris of the metal capsule I had once called Home. That was a long time ago—I have no idea how long. All I know is, I'm still here.
Marcus Stink's survival suit keeps me alive. I only wish he knew how well it works! I feel pretty good these days, keeping busy thinking and remembering. Sometimes, I dance.