MAROONED ON 4546b

I'm losing my mind. Thinking about it, it was probably going to happen sooner or later. I'm under a lot of stress, and then there's the all fish diet... That can't help, right? I heard a voice. No, I don't mean on the radio or through the PDA, dammit! There were lights... like little globes of light in front of my eyes... and then a voice asked me, "What are you?" . Do mad people know when they're going insane? I wonder whether I will know when I've gone mad? As if hearing voices wasn't proof enough! Okay. Okay, this is no good. Keep yourself busy, Ryley. You've plenty to do here. We got this. ...we got this.

There's message from Alterra HQ! I can't believe it... after all this time. [muted sounds of garbled radio transmission] Okay, so it sounds like this might be the only communication I'm getting from them. Maybe the Platform is interferring with signals now that its active? Fakk...  They aren't sending a rescue ship. [more muted sounds of garbled radio transmission] Halfway? Wha- what do they mean halfway? [even more muted sounds of garbled radio transmission] [garbled radio transmission is played again] I don't understand. What're they expecting me to do? Build a craft that's capable of reaching escape velocity and then navigate to a interstellar location.. from what? Sea shells and fakking coral! I don't even fix vending machines or entertainment units, I oversee other people who do that stuff! I wouldn't even know where to begin... I knew it. I'm gonna die on this fakking rock. [sounds of a storage compartment being aggressively opened and slam...