Singularity

Archive Log: 17

Whistling lowly, the tune of which didn't really travel too far in the small room; darkened only save the lights which were coming from what screens were active, the Weyland-Yutani logo flash fading rather lifelessly on the otherwise black screen. There were no other sounds really, other than the whistling, and the quiet typing of keys. There weren't many keyboards present in the room, there was a main one, which was linked to the main system onboard.

"That's time wasting." Mother stated from overhead.

Walter stopped typing and stared at the screen before blinking and looking upwards. He leaned back in his seat, the leather creaked a little, and the seat itself tilted on an axis as his eyes stared at the dark ceiling above him. "I believe it's called background noise." He corrected the ever present AI. He crossed his hands across his stomach, the dark grey hoodie jumper he wore was soft under his hands as his legs stretched out under the desk. The computer system in front of him went into dark standby mode as it was now being ignored in favour of talking to the onboard system. "People tend to do it to pass the time, or get rid of an awkward atmosphere." Walter titled his head and looked around, the bridge was quiet then. The only noise was his whistling and typing fingers, now there was nothing. It was otherworldly really, ethereal even; the fact that he was the lone being awake and walking the corridors. It had been this way for just over a month now. Walter was used to it. It didn't affect him being alone, he liked being around people, sure, who didn't? But unlike people, loneliness didn't affect him.

"You have plenty to do, to pass the time."

Walter just continued to stare upwards, not moving and not blinking. "I suppose," he agreed, begrudgingly. He did, granted, programming in cycles for charging had just been finished, or rather that was what he was in the process of finishing now. The living quarters were already furnished, no point assigning rooms to the different crew members, they'd choose their own spaces when they got here. The hypersleep chambers, Walter had individually programmed with crew stats to the best of his ability from the records and files he was given. He had plotted in the time in which they were expected to go to sleep, and the automatic time in which they were meant to wake up. Everything, every little thing like that had been done in fine, close detail to the best of Walter's ability. Which basically meant that it was as good as done as possible.

In truth, though Mother said he had plenty to do to waste time, Walter actually didn't. Most of the equipment was already loaded, minor luggage hadn't been, some of the heavier machinery was still missing in action. But honestly, they were probably still prepping that. Every so often Walter would see someone in the hangar, the ship itself was being housed in a huge building. Impossibly huge, in fact, it would take an effort to get it out of here for its take off. But where there was a will there is a way. Walter never doubted human creativity and ingenuity for a moment. Whereas he got the ship ready internally, people who were busying this mission along got everything else ready. Official things, documentations, fuel, external maintenance checks. Sometimes Walter would admittedly stand near one of the large windows and watch them pottering around. They were all so focussed, and here Walter was losing focus.

Boredom, or what he presumed boredom was and could be would be this. Just sitting in silence, or just walking about looking over the ship, it was fantastic. Honestly, a little part of him did feel slightly privileged to be able to serve on here. He sometimes walked the corridors looking in each room he passed with a curious look sent around it before moving on. He swore there were more rooms here than needed, but then what did he know really? He knew the mission objectives, and he also knew there were going to be plenty of people on this ship soon enough.

With that thought in mind, Walter decided he better go and check over the room where they were going to be housed, that was perhaps the simplest term for it. The colonists were going to sleep elsewhere then being transported here. Though, yes, there were the means to put everyone into the induced sleep needed to travel, it was just easier to do it in one elsewhere, where there were more medical people present to make sure everything went okay, apart from just Walter.