AGAIN! Told her to turn on the damn heaters and flush it out if it’s so worrying. If she finds out will she be angry? Will she know I’ve used her? Only when we reach my star she’ll know. I should scratch it out in case she gets a peek.
At least I’m a grand master at chess like her now.
I really wish they had those suspended animation contraptions when we left. I’m scared of dying, yet I’m practically immortal. Sometimes I wish a big meteor or a comet would just come out of nowhere and smash us to bits. I’d have to figure how many trillions of miles that equals. Try living with her for 2100 light-years. If she asks me to look at the ice crystals underneath the wings again, I’ll go nuts. But getting these thoughts down where she can’t see them eases me. Yeah she has her job but I have my job too. Was warned, but screw them, what did they know with their beakers and statistical analyses? If they were explorers they’d be here and I wouldn’t be writing this. Shit, their great-great-grandchildren wouldn’t remember this flight. How many years has it been since leaving?ĭoesn’t matter. Whoever invented that term “light-year” had to be a stuffy lab rat. 643.8629 parsecs doesn’t have the same ring as 2100 light-years, does it? Nah. What’s a day here anyway? 2100 light-years should be time. Sure I’ve seen star charts and galaxy maps, but moving without going anywhere is like being on a stationary bike. How far the distance is I can’t wrap my head around.