Hops is my name. You might be wondering how did I get the name Hops. Well I hate to disappoint you, but I have no idea. It’s been my name for as long as I can remember. Problem is I can only remember till about 2 weeks ago.

I seem to only have enough capacity in my brain to remember events for 14 days. With each hour of a new day, an hour of an old is erased.

You may ask, how does he know he only has memory for 14 days? I would ask the same questions if I were in your shoes. My answer to that is that I have kept a journal. I write down memorable items from each day. I have about 5 notebooks full of these days. All together this would add up to about 3 years. [holds up multiple leather bound notebooks ]

I have pieced together a couple of facts. I live on a spaceship, but have no idea what our mission is. It seems as though we are part of the Healthy Beverage Division. This seems to make sense as my job appears to be head of the Brewing and I hold the title Brew Master. I work during the ‘night’ or when everyone else is asleep. I oversee the brewing tanks and don’t have any help. As far as I can tell I don’t report to anyone and have no contact with the rest of the ship.

My cabin is located next to the tanks. I should really not call it a cabin, but rather an pod. It is no bigger than I and houses me and all of my books.

Occasionally, I see this masked man walk the halls. I have never talked to him and have no idea what his name is. I have been tempted to stay awake past my shift, but something compels me to return to my pod.

Next Chapter: Captain Mask (Entry 2)