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I tried to clear my head as I woke. Yes, I’m Pedro. Pedro Sanchez-Gomez. I’m a 26-year-old Ranger in the Desert Wildlife Refuge.
Mama kept asking me why I didn’t find a nice girl and make her some grandchildren. I want some but haven’t found a woman I can get along with. Cathy drank a lot and wanted to argue about every little thing. Manuela was nice, but her father always bugged her to find a rich guy, not a ‘peon with a badge’.
I’m so thirsty! My throat hurts and I feel so hot! I opened my eyes. Why am I naked, and laying on the sand? Why am I at the base of a cliff? It’s totally vertical, probably forty or fifty meters high. Where is my truck? Did I fall and hit my head? If I was rock climbing, why was I naked?
I sat up, then slowly stood. It didn’t feel like I was injured at all. Just so very thirsty! I walked along the base of the cliff forty or fifty steps, and was happy to find water trickling out of a crack in the rock. The slow drips of water pooled in a depression in a large boulder. There were probably three or four liters! Yes! I tested a drop on my fingertip. It tasted ok and felt surprisingly good in my mouth.
I cupped my hands and drank, soothing my parched throat. I washed the dust and sand away from my eyes. I scanned the horizon, such as it was. I saw other tall cliffs in all directions. The farthest was only about half a kilometer away. I yelled; “HELLO!” My voice echoed a little. No response. I tried again; “HELLO! I NEED SOME HELP!” Again, no answer.
I walked back to the spot where I woke. There were no tracks, other than the ones I made in the sand in the last few minutes. There were no signs of humanity, or even life. No clothes, no walkie talkie or pistol, no wallet or keys, not even any trash or plants growing. Where was my truck? If I lost my truck and my gun without a really good excuse, I’d be fired for sure!
I kept walking, and found another spot where water seeped out from the rock wall. This one dripped much faster, forming a large puddle! Hundreds of liters! At least I wouldn’t die of thirst any time soon. There was another spot with dripping water eighty or hundred paces further along! I didn’t see any way out. I was surrounded by cliffs in all directions. I guessed I’d have to climb. Climbing the first ten meters seemed much easier than usual. I got up about twenty meters, nearly halfway to the top, and the rock in my hand crumbled. I yelled as I fell. “AAAIIIIEEE!”
I hit the sand kind of hard, but only got a few scrapes on my naked back. I was sure I’d be hurt worse, or maybe die, falling that far. I tried climbing again and when I was about halfway up, the rock I was holding pulled out of the wall. I fell to the sand again. Thankfully, I wasn’t hurt that time either. It was really odd. I tried jumping and went up about twice as high as I expected! I took a running jump and landed in the sand over ten meters away! I paced it carefully, almost fourteen meters!
I remembered watching the Olympics, and the best long jumpers in the world were only jumping eight or eight and a half meters! Am I a superhero? Twice normal strength is a good thing, but not too impressive for a superhero. I picked up a rock and threw it. It didn’t seem to fly any faster than usual, but hit the sand farther away than I expected.
I held a rock at arm’s length and dropped it. It seemed to hang in the air a split second, before falling slower than I thought it should. The sun wasn’t as bright as I remembered, and the color wasn’t quite right. I thought the sun was more yellow, instead of blue? This was VERY strange, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.
I was getting hungry. I decided I should try to find some food. I circled the whole area, finding water dripping out of the rocks in a total of six places. Finding a natural spring in the desert is uncommon. Two in less than a kilometer is a minor miracle. Six? That just doesn’t happen!
There were no signs of food or a way out, but I found a few pieces of broken glass and two empty soda bottles. I could use them to carry water if I could find anywhere to go. There wasn’t much chance of getting more lost than I already was, so I decided to walk to the middle of the area. I saw a large rock pile there. Maybe I could get a better view on top the rocks?
I saw a log and several sticks from a dead tree on the way there. I picked one up for a walking stick. There were hundreds of dead weeds sticking out of the sand, a meter or two apart. Summer isn’t kind to plants in the desert. Five or six small cacti were the only green in sight, and they weren’t edible varieties.
I climbed up on the rock pile, and saw about what I expected, cliffs all around, and no sign of people or a way out. Near the far side of the rock pile, I saw a mouse pull a seed off a dead plant. Life! At least there was something alive, other than me! Somehow the little mouse gave me hope. I watched it chew the seed, as the sun slowly went down behind a cliff. That had to be West. I made a mental note of it. If a mouse could survive in the tough area, I could too. I’d try climbing again in the morning, and …
A snake jumped out from the rock pile and grabbed the mouse! I gasped and retreated a step. I didn’t get a good look at it, but I was sure it wasn’t a rattlesnake. Maybe a pine snake, or a rat snake? Not a dangerous one, at least. Snake doesn’t taste great, but it would be food! I’d have a better chance to catch it when it was cooler in the morning, so the snake wouldn’t be as quick. I walked back near the large puddle, before the light totally faded away. I looked for the North Star, but couldn’t find it. I was no astronomer, but I knew what the big and little dippers looked like. There were thousands of stars in the sky, but I couldn’t find them either. Very odd. I fell asleep, trying to only get a nap and wake before dawn.
When I woke, the sun was just starting to rise. It was still uncomfortably hot! That was also very strange. In the desert, mornings could be almost dangerously cold, even in summer. It should have been a lot cooler than the last night. I drank some water and went on the hunt. I flipped rocks over many times and saw two snakes, but they were too quick and escaped to other holes in the rock pile.
I had an idea! I’d pour water on the rocks to cool them. That might work! I made at least twenty trips to the puddle and back with my two bottles and poured them on the rocks. I waited a good half hour for the rocks and snakes to cool down. I flipped several rocks over with my stick and saw another snake. I hit it with the stick several times, until it stopped moving. YES! FOOD!
But how was I going to clean and cook it? I had no knife, and no fire. The broken glass! I placed my meager belongings near the puddle, and retrieved the broken glass and some sticks. I carefully used a sharp edge of the broken bottle to gut the snake and remove the head. I peeled the bark off the sticks. It was very dry. Good! I shredded the bark up and put it in a small pile, with the smallest sticks nearby. I used a piece of the broken bottle as a lens, and tried to get the bark hot, like a kid cooking bugs with a magnifying glass.
I held the glass a long time, until my hand started to cramp up. I felt the bark. A small piece was hot, but nowhere close to igniting. There were no signs of smoke. I held the glass for at least an hour, but it just didn’t work. I didn’t have any string to make a bow drill fire. I had heard there were ways to just rub sticks together to make fire but didn’t know the details. I hadn’t seen any flint around and had no metal to use it with anyway.
I guess it was raw snake, or nothing. But wait! Maybe I could slice it thin and dry it in the sun? It was worth a try! By the time I had it sliced in long thin strips and set them on a large rock, the sun was directly overhead. It didn’t feel any hotter than the morning, but it was very uncomfortable if I moved around at all. My forehead was sweating, and I drank some more water. I stayed in the shade of the cliffs as much as possible, but it didn’t seem to help much.
I made four more attempts at climbing the cliffs. Each time I got about halfway up, fell ten or twenty meters, but was almost unhurt. It couldn’t be coincidence or bad luck. There was something very weird going on.
I yelled again; “HELLO!” I waited a moment. “HELP! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!” Nothing.
I felt the snake pieces I had put on the rock. They were dry and very tough. It didn’t taste very good, and took a long, long time to chew. But it was food. As I finished the last of the chewy dried meat, I saw another snake grab a mouse by the rock pile. I was in a tough situation, but now I was confident I could survive awhile. Tomorrow, I’d focus on finding a way out.
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Report of Caretaker 9042
Species WDT – Subject 071 – Cycle 2
Specimen WDT071 located water and 16/24 qins of prey protein.
Atmosphere is adequate.
Lighting is adequate.
Subject attempted escape 6 times.
Minor health decline to 22/24.
Initial minor distress at normal gravity, subject adapted. Native gravity is X 45/24
Unmodified natural tool use observed.
Waste tool reclamation observed.
Successful predation observed.
Auditory communication attempted.
No signs of progenation.
No use of fire.
No tool manufacture.
No written language.
No buoyant or powered flight observed.
No use of fission or fusion power.
No dimensional rift usage.
Initial results: Primitive, worth further observation.
Technology level: 2/24
Resilience: 9/24
Progenation: 0/24
Recommend reducing temperature 1/24.
Recommend additional feeding 2 qins carbohydrates 3 qins fiber 1 qin lipids.
Recommend additional habitat area.
Recommend additional tool raw materials.
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Supervisor 3614 notes
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Temperature reduction 1/24 approved
Supplementary feeding approved
Add habitat area x7914y8562 to original x7913y8562
Add 50 qins iron
Add 5 kiloqins compacted combustibles
Provide small ‘natural’ fire
Perform inter-species empathy test
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