2841 words. 19,233 characters with spaces. When you keep digital records, among other things, you are entertained by interesting statistics. For my notes, I chose a funny girly netbook with stickers that I found among someone's belongings. It doesn't have as many games and exciting porn as other laptops, but it has a comfortable keyboard that I can type on while lying in my "nest" of jumpsuits.
Day 7. I devote it entirely to writing this story. There is a kind of biblical symbolism in this. My own personal microcosm is ready. The act of creation is complete. Now I can indulge in rest and write my Word. I believe that in the beginning there must be the word. And that word is –"Fuck!"
I have a lot of time, so I decide not to limit myself to stating dry facts, but to entertain myself to my heart's content with descriptive flourishes in the style of modern graphomaniac writers. After all, this is the first story written by a human being in space, and perhaps it will have, if not artistic, then at least historical value. After all, the authors of the Bible managed to do it.
I wonder if the written presentation of my thoughts will offend anyone? Will it violate some new law on tolerance? One that exists now? Or one that existed 150 years ago? Or one that will exist in the future? Physicists claim that time is relative. Lawyers say that legal norms are relative. And considering that I will most likely die here, inside an empty metal can, even before this text reaches you at the speed of light, I don't give a shit.