Diary of a space station swabber

Sidereal year, 4301. Day 245.

Sidereal year, 4301. Day 245.Do you know the Ramarians, flom the planet Ramar? They are huge, slimy and not human-like at all, I can tell you. They arrived with three spaceships and resigned them to me. I just managed to finish cleaning before they arrived and checked all the cabins to avoid any kind of complaining. I had no beef with them so far, however, cleaning after them was tiring and risky, even painful sometimes. Their slime had the wonderful trait of stinging and burning the human skin pretty badly. So I had to take good care.

The greenhorns arrived yesterday and the boss asked me to show them around the station and the rooms of the crew. I could take it as a compliment, thinking that they trust me enough to teach others, but I know it is far from the truth. They simply needed someone to nag with the low work. They meted out the Employee of the Month award yesterday, and, as usual, it was not me. It is never me. There have never been any complaints about me so far, I always get my work done, but it was clear even to me, that you have to grateful and eager to earn this title. Finishing your work at the end of the day was less than enough.

Among the greenhorns, there is another human. More specifically, a girl. I seldom met with my own kind, so I got excited. I hope I will have the chance to talk to her. Maybe she could tell me what she knows about the destroying of the Earth and where are the other humans since then. By the way, I think she is kind of beautiful – but I cannot be sure since she is the first female I have seen. The few humans I have met so far were always male and older, at least 200 years old. This fema… girl… she cannot be over 120 years, she is blonde and slender, and I have felt something entirely odd when I first saw her. My stomach twitched and I felt my face burning red hot. I am pretty sure it was because of her, but just to make sure, I should have myself checked in the infirmary.