Today I found a wind tourbine generator.  Pretty  interesting stuff, it was giving me a lot of DC but thanks to the converter of the office I could setup the generator to one of the computer backups and use that as the main power battery.  It charges during the day while the wind is heavy and I can use this friendly laptop during the night.

I also found some coffee, so that's good.  I love me some coffee.
Can't brew it yet, but hey! maybe I can mix it with the oatmeal on the back of the ship.

Sigh... I don't even know why i keep writing.  Maybe I'm trying to convince myself that there's something else that might be interested in our story.

We were separated, millions of people just separated at once.  How did that happen? And why the hell did they return me to this place... Empty, like nothing ever happened.  Nothing at all besides trees and what the city used to be.

I don't know what happened, but I'll try at least to document what's happening.

 Who would've thought that trying to write a paragraph would get me to sleep.  It's been three weeks since I've had a good long 4 hour sleep.

I just kept thinking that I should have wrote about the positive things I've been through

but what can I really say about that.  Most of the time I'm always just looking out the window to see if someone else comes this way.

I don't know if anyone or anything might read this.. I mean; it's a long shot.

I've been connected to the internet through our satellite network, but the flare got most of the rest of the orbs so there's probably 0 chance that this thing will be read.

Although I'm kind of impressed that google is still functioning to post.   I can't search or use IPs to reach other blogs or sites but at least someone might be reading.

Since I started anyway I might as well just introduce myself.

I'm Dr Abdiel, or Cpt Abdiel to those that worked with me on The Wish.  I need to reset this thing before the batteries of this building run out and get some food for the week, it's Tuesday and most of the stores are closed (heh), hopefully by night today I'll be able to post something else.

Not that it matters, but writing does help me waste some time.. It's not easy when you're in this situation.

I kept hearing it.  That dog just doesn't go to sleep.  I might as well just start writing to see if I get bored and fall on the keyboard at least...