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 20^th 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 1^st 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

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This is the first entry in the personal log of Tau Fenyang, 1^st officer, assigned to passenger safety and security, for the Arc-ship Salvation, employee of the Eden Foundation.

            I have accepted the post of 1^st 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