Steren – Entry One
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Entry 27
I have lost my diary so I am writing on a post-it note. One wonders how I lost my diary on an enclosed spacecraft – the cameras show nothing.
It has been 27 days since we left Falmouth – Earth – in search of planet Hanya; 732 since the rich escaped to planet Xanna 261. We received a report yesterday that the High Englands have caved to international pressure and banned the birth of children. The average temperature has risen by an additional 0.3 Kenn. It has only been 27 days. I miss fried food.
Entry 210
I have swapped over to a night rotation. Now I cannot sleep because I am always disturbed in the daytime. For scientific reasons? No. It is because Adella has been blasting ancient K-Pop in her assigned room. Constantly. Even when she should be patrolling in Level 2. I wish she would stop, or switch to Neo-Industrial Pop instead.*
* text written over the original: No-one likes that!!!
PLEASE DO NOT READ MY PRIVATE ENTRIES.
Entry 316
We are expecting an attack from the other side’s patrol spacecraft. We are getting too close to Xanna 261, but Silas assures us this is the quickest way to Hanya. Some Earth news: dogs have joined cats in being bred for food worldwide. We have all felt the pressure to succeed, but the stakes are higher than ever. I do not know what we will do if Hanya is not liveable. We cannot come back without good news. Too many have died already.
PS: my dried berries have gone missing. I am feeling murderous.
PPS: I enjoy ancient K-Pop now. No comments.*
*Just because you say ‘No comments’ doesn’t mean I will stop.
Entry 331
Siiyoz Zels visited today. They were on their way to a planet they called Ar-Chi-Suyii. Our Neptune, I believe. One asked if we had any CDs to donate. (The gigantic one, who likes listening to whale sounds. His name is Schee-Kett.) I told him that we no longer produce CDs and that we no longer record whale sounds, either. ‘Why?’ He asked. ‘Commercial whaling and mass extinction,’ J. said. I must admit the explanation did not go well. His face looked like this: (illustrative depiction feature in original)
This is also how I feel inside.*
*And how you look!
STOP READING MY ENTRIES.
[Idiot One wanted something to write on. I gave him Idiot Two’s diary – I thought it would be more suitable than post-it notes. Although look, even I’ve started using them.
Group One are on their way there. One has caught the plague; good thing I cannot catch it. I brought him space food and he thought it came from the Americas.
Group Two are on their way too. I am anticipating an attack soon, so I have set a synthestetic shield. They haven’t even noticed! My IQ is shrinking by the minute. At least things are going as planned.
Ah, the things I do for humanity.]
by Melissa Saryazdi