Solar Cycle 4,922 (or Tuesday, depending on which janitor you ask) Location: Somewhere past the Moon, currently drifting toward "Inexplicable Doom" Yeah, so things haven't exactly gone to plan. Again.
Still mostly metal, though the D&G wing recently decided to undergo a spontaneous thermal meltdown. madeline marks
I’m stuck with a street urchin who has the entire history of humanity crammed into her head (and won’t stop reminding us) and a janitor who smells like old socks and broken dreams. Solar Cycle 4,922 (or Tuesday, depending on which
On the bright side, the view from the port-side windows is stunning. It’s almost enough to make you forget that the life support system is making a sound like a dying harmonica. I’m stuck with a street urchin who has
Since there are several notable people named , I have drafted a blog post based on the one who is a fictional captain in the popular sci-fi comedy podcast, Oz 9 .
Stay tuned for next week's entry, assuming we don't accidentally terraform ourselves into a black hole. — Captain Madeline Marks
A good portion of our "resting" guests are now "eternally resting." It turns out pods are picky about staying powered. Who knew?