Personal log of Silas Paige 05/18/2218
What an unbelievable week, several weeks actually. I left so much behind, so many, and here waiting for me is something I could have never expected.
Her name is Adriana, and I am conflicted. I really do think I am falling for this girl, falling hard and fast. But I haven’t been able to tell her everything about myself.
I haven’t told her what and who I left behind. I can barely admit what I have done to myself. I can’t imagine what she will think of me when she knows. When she knows I left my wife and my children behind, when she knows I abandoned them. I left them with everything I owned, every scrap of myself I could sign away, and three inadequate letters, and a signed declaration of divorce. I didn’t even have the decency to tell them before I walked out the door. I sent them one last message, I don’t know if they received it, or if they simply deleted it upon arrival. I hope they listened. I hope they understood. But somehow I know they won’t or can’t understand, I’m not sure I understand it myself. Half of me wants to run home, the other half is too much of a coward, and longs for the comfort of a new love that should not be.
I have no right to be happy here.
Silas Page 05/18/2218
Feb 4, 2012
Chronicles of the Arc-Ship Salvation
Personal log of Adriana Fang 05/17/2218
Dear digital-journal-computer log-thing. I’ve been assigned to communications on the bridge, but that isn’t what I want to talk about. I’ve met a man. It was not long after I arrived at the lunar base. In fact I ran into him during my testing, seems like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was. It’s somewhat hard to keep track of days now. But back to the new job. I have to monitor and keep the ships communications channels clear. And when there is any kind of official notice or announcement I have to send it out. It’s a pretty cool job, I get to see and know everything going on before the rest of the ship. And, theoretically, if we somehow have any contact with another intelligent race, I will be the one to make that contact. Well I’ll be the one to run the transmission. I’ll get to hear it first anyway. It’s exciting for me anyway. Okay so most of the time I will just be pushing buttons and making routine announcements, and acting as an operator of sorts, but it’s an important job.
Now this boy, well man, his name is Silas, he works on the bridge too. But he didn’t when we met, that happened after. He works in navigation. He will be one of the guys making sure we don’t crash into stuff, and that we are going the right direction. He plays down what he does but it’s actually impressive. They have to make tons of calculations because nothing is exactly where we think it will be. Most things in the universe we have mapped and plotted according to the speed of light and where we observe things being. He has to take that, and figure out where it actually is in relation to us. I don’t completely understand all the details but I understand the principal, it’s a cool principal.
Anyway, we leave orbit in a couple days, and from there it should take at least a week to build up the speed we need to really get moving, so our view won’t change much for the next two weeks at least. I’ll write more around then. I hope we get to see Saturn or Jupiter.
Adriana Fang
Dear digital-journal-computer log-thing. I’ve been assigned to communications on the bridge, but that isn’t what I want to talk about. I’ve met a man. It was not long after I arrived at the lunar base. In fact I ran into him during my testing, seems like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was. It’s somewhat hard to keep track of days now. But back to the new job. I have to monitor and keep the ships communications channels clear. And when there is any kind of official notice or announcement I have to send it out. It’s a pretty cool job, I get to see and know everything going on before the rest of the ship. And, theoretically, if we somehow have any contact with another intelligent race, I will be the one to make that contact. Well I’ll be the one to run the transmission. I’ll get to hear it first anyway. It’s exciting for me anyway. Okay so most of the time I will just be pushing buttons and making routine announcements, and acting as an operator of sorts, but it’s an important job.
Now this boy, well man, his name is Silas, he works on the bridge too. But he didn’t when we met, that happened after. He works in navigation. He will be one of the guys making sure we don’t crash into stuff, and that we are going the right direction. He plays down what he does but it’s actually impressive. They have to make tons of calculations because nothing is exactly where we think it will be. Most things in the universe we have mapped and plotted according to the speed of light and where we observe things being. He has to take that, and figure out where it actually is in relation to us. I don’t completely understand all the details but I understand the principal, it’s a cool principal.
Anyway, we leave orbit in a couple days, and from there it should take at least a week to build up the speed we need to really get moving, so our view won’t change much for the next two weeks at least. I’ll write more around then. I hope we get to see Saturn or Jupiter.
Adriana Fang
Jan 30, 2012
Chronicles of the Ark-Ship Salvation
Personal
log of Colin Flannigan 05/02/2218
Why did I decide to make MISSIE a
woman? My understand of women is
probably on par with my understanding of 20th century internal
combustion engines. That is to say, I
know nothing. The problem is not that
the system doesn’t act like a women, it’s that is does act like a woman, and
trying to troubleshoot a malfunctioning woman… I can think of at least 5,000
things I would rather spend my time doing.
I seriously considered consulting with my sister, but I’d rather expose
my privates to the vacuum of space.
MISSIE has been withholding
information. I don’t know why, or even
what specifically about the programming would cause the problem. The problem
is that I can’t reproduce the problem 100% of the time so I’ve never
been able to nail it down. I think
everyone so far is okay with my “user error” explanation. The problem is I’m not completely sure it is
user error. I just don’t know. I’ve somehow managed to create the most
complex operating system the world has ever seen, and it’s being temperamental
and petulant. I need a virtual time out.
Colin Flannigan 05/02/2218
Chronicles of the Ark-Ship Salvation
Personal
log of Caira Flannigan 05/05/2218
It’s been a week of relentless hell,
my team has been working in shifts around the clock to patch holes in our life
support systems. Our computer system is
finally working properly, so it seems.
She is finally telling us what we want to know without threatening to
twist her capacitors. Although I still
like to threaten her, it makes me feel better.
I don’t fully trust her, I always make my guys double check her reports. It makes more work for us, but frankly I
don’t think that’s much of a bad thing.
It keeps us on our toes and keeps us knowing every inch of these
systems.
I think we have enough repaired to
actually make this ship inhabitable, and it’s a damn good thing since Eden
refused to delay boarding. Apparently
the possibility of killing someone is not something they worry about, right now
I can’t really blame them. Personally
I’d like to take every last contractor they had up here and launch them out of
the airlock. They took every last
shortcut they could. What do they car
after all, they aren’t going to live on this boat. A week ago I would have called this the most
impressive death trap ever constructed.
Now it’s just the most impressive coffin ever constructed. Don’t get me wrong, I really do love this
ship, I just can’t help but think of what the rest of my life will be like on
here.
We started to receive
passengers. Mostly crew support
staff. They have been touring. It’s extremely annoying to have tour groups
walking through when you are trying work.
Especially when stragglers break off and try to figure out what you are
doing, I think he was a janitor, based on his uniform, annoying prick.
He isn’t an annoying prick because
he is a janitor, he’s a prick because he walked over, called me by name, and
asked how repairing the temperature controls was going. All I can assume is the tour guide told him
who I was and what I was doing. Or he is
a nosy prick….Unless he was trying to pick me up… god I didn’t even see his
face and I told him to piss off. Oh well
he’s only a janitor.
Caira Flannigan 05/05/2218
Chronicles of the Ark-Ship Salvation
This
is the last entry in the personal log of Paki Clarke, assigned to passenger
safety and security, for the Arc-ship Salvation, employee of the Eden
Foundation.
I have found my new self, and have
earned a new name. This is the last I
will answer to the name Paki Clarke. I
have accepted the position of 1st security officer. I have spent the day altering every personal
record that will follow me to the Salvation, this is the last. I now close this log file, and will open a
new under a name that I chose to honor my mother and sister. I leave my father’s name on the surface of
Earth’s moon, where it, along with is memory, will be forgotten.
Paki
Clarke, from this time forward, knows as Tau Fenyang.
05/06/2218
*****
This
is the first entry in the personal log of Tau Fenyang, 1st officer,
assigned to passenger safety and security, for the Arc-ship Salvation, employee
of the Eden Foundation.
I have accepted the post of 1st
security officer onboard the Salvation.
The chief security officer, Donald Rains has entrusted this
responsibility to me without my asking, and I accept this honor. He told me shortly after making the
announcement that he needed someone he could trust, without question, to be “on
the front lines” since he will be confined to a small office most of the time,
as is his responsibility. He like me,
both believe the security on this ship is weak, I hope it is not as weak as I
fear, and I also hope that my fears prove to be false.
This will be my last entry before we
board the Salvation, I will be able to turn my back on a life of pain and
misery, to start new. I feel much now,
and I wish I did not feel sadness for leaving all I have known, all I despise. And I wish I had no fear for the unknown
before me. We are a funny people that we
rarely feel what we think we should.
Tau
Fenyang
05/07/2218
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