I am lonely. Still. Everything is running smoothly. Still. Except for that one light right outside of my apartment. It flickers. Still. It has been 6 weeks now. If I was on Earth I’d change the light bulb; being on this ship means that you would need a degree in quantum mechanics and astrophysics to even understand how to screw the light bulb in. I think I’d cause the ship to come to a grinding (frictionless mind you) halt, if I were to attempt to stop the light from flickering. How many gardeners does it take to screw in a light bulb? Frankly that cliche doesn’t stand. I am the only gardener.

Still.

07.03.2137 1400
Misc. Repaired a Spade this morning which was damaged last week. Food crop. The Chenopodium quinoa will be ready for harvest within the week [addendum: harvest time 07.05.2137]. The fungus which afflicted the crop earlier seems to have done no permanent damage. Inoculating the unaffected portion of the crop with another, passive, fungus worked very well in protecting it [NOTE: both involved fungi unknown to date]. The aquaculture system went through its 15,000th recycling today and is working at well over its predicted efficiency. 67lbs of Ulva lactuca were gathered today from G.tank; it is over producing resulting in a massive [addendum: 4.3 tonnes as of 07.12.2137] surplus of Ulva lactuca. Medicinal Crop. oAir Systems. Soil Ecology. Nothing to report, all nominal. 

The hardest part is that I’m in constant company. I’m never alone. The marines are always running laps or doing drills or practicing some scenario demarcated by a seemingly arbitrary color and number and call sign. They run a tight spaceship. I am one of three non-military personnel on this ship, the other two being the aid to the captain and Sue — the robotic chef.  Sue’s conversations really can’t venture outside the realm of ordering from today’s menu. I’m scared of causing the ship to malfunction if I were to pester Sue into a deeper conversation. The military folks are very set on getting the spaceship to our destination (a rather large nebula which is thought to house something worth fighting). Once there they hope to fight this worthy something. This was all set off by an angel that was found in Argentina. I am alone.

Still.

09.12.2137 0236
Emergency.

Still.

A noisy sort of chaos settled itself over the ship in the past few days. Systems are failing. I think that at least a third of the crew has been vented into space. Which means they’re dead. And an angel in Argentina was found to be a fraud. A fraudulent Angel. This fraud isn’t exactly connected to the ship having gone haywire, but it seems relevant still.

Our worthy something is upon us.

Stillness.