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Tin Can

Captain’s Log, Ship’s Day 8247

Earlier I said everything went to hell. I was wrong. Everything went to hell today.

The verdict was announced and a truly massive riot broke out outside the rec hall, where deliberations were taking place. Just under a third of the population still supports the Church and are fighting fiercely on behalf of it. They seem to be clustering around each other. I fear we’re going to have two rival camps, a sort of cold war between us.

And there’s a smaller group, on both sides of the conflict, that’s beginning to make waves. A lot of the younger kids and teenagers are raining fire and brimstone on us because their entire lives, and their kids’ lives, and their kids’ kids’ lives, are going to be spent inside this ship, in transit from one home to another. It certainly brings to mind the earlier mass migrations of the human race, but this…this cylindrical Ark, this multipled social presure…

A tin can, under pressure from within, can only explode.

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