SHIP LOG #000001—D: 02/08/2084—TIME:14:08pm(EST)

“Uh, hello? Is this thing on? OK, I think it’s working. Um, hello computer! This is Captain Donald Enslin here. I’m only guy who’ll be talking to you throughout this mission, cos I’m the only member of the crew aboard USS Kingston. Cos NASA deemed it a mission that required only one person. I’m fucked if I know why that is, exactly, but I’m here now, aren’t I? No going back now.”
PAUSE
“I’ll explain what the mission is. Yes, I know you’re not a real, flesh and blood entity, but I’m gonna need something to talk to, otherwise I’ll go mad. I don’t want this mission to turn into that film ‘Moon’, or anything like that. So, anyway…the story behind the mission is this:
“Nineteen months ago, a satellite probe picked up this signal in deep space. A four-beat rythm. Constantly beeping. NASA couldn’t determine what created it, but they had to find out. So they’ve sent ME to find its source.
“Uh, that’s all really. Um, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye.”
END