Captain’s Log, Day 8191

For what it’s worth, Happy New Year.

34 L.E. Thirty-four years since the Earth blew itself to hell. How far we’ve come…almost a tenth of our journey, behind us…

I for one am glad that Donald and them had the prescience to spin-stabilize this thing. Keeps us on course and makes gravity so we don’t end up looking like spiders.

We can’t go back. I know they meant well, but there is simply not enough fuel in the reserves…why else are we siphoning from the interstellar medium (meager though it be)? If we burned every last atom of hydrogen we had, we’d only prolong our time here, in this place.

I want to go back. We all want to go back. But we just can’t.

There’s something else, something I can’t write down. I wouldn’t have believed it if it hadn’t come from the source whence it came, but…I’m going to have get some trusted sources to do some digging. Maybe ask one of the Pastors or something, I don’t know. The Bishops are too busy as it is, so I can’t ask them.