Singularity

Archive Log: 24

Sitting in front of a computer, Onora stared at it blankly. She watched the small red light flick on next to the camera on the front. She pressed her lips into a thin line, they were sort of expected to make a mission log, or rather, an entry before going to sleep. Just in case something happened, which didn't really sit too well with Onora now that she thought of it. By that sort of thought process, it's like those back home expected something to happen.

But, then she guessed, this was a daring venture. Who actually knew what was out there in the deepest reaches of space? They for certain didn't have a clue. The AI on the ship could only scan and produce rough estimates of anything nearby, like nearing planets, star systems, asteroid fields; etcetera.

She had stood and watched as people made messages back home to their loved ones, or just rambled endlessly to the camera, as if having a one way conversation - which she guessed they were - or expecting an answer from somewhere. She wasn't going to lie, she had thought quite a bit over this message. Perhaps put a little too much time and thought into it.

She didn't honestly think she had anything to relay back. Not only that, would anyone actually listen to these? If something went wrong, heaven forbid, how forthcoming would the company be to release these last moments of their lives?

Onora realised how depressing she was getting, she looked disheartened on the screen. Though when she felt someone sit beside her, she looked to the side. "You don't need to say anything, if you don't want to." Karine said with a small smile. "It helps, for peace of mind, for some. But naturally that doesn't mean it applies and works for everyone else."

"I just don't really know what to say." Onora admitted. "I don't exactly have anyone to really leave a message to, or for." Karine looked at her sadly for that. Onora slid her eyes back to the screen and sighed. "Everyone else is doing this though, right? Or most have already recorded something. It would be strange if I was the lone one not to." Not only that, if something did happen, there'd be a record of everyone else...but not her, no audio or visual other than what was on record back on Earth. But that wouldn't be video format, just a still. A flat, still, two-dimensional image...Onora gave a shudder, she was seriously thinking way too much on this.

"Just, don't stress. It doesn't even need to be anything of great meaning. It could just be your general thoughts as of right now, your feelings. What you hope to see, or do when we get to our destination."

Onora nodded taking in what Karine had just said. Turning in the wheeled chair, she looked at her, placing her hands in her lap she looked at her questionably. "What did you say...if I can ask?"

Karine smiled, "If it helps, just general chit chat."

That was vague, Onora resisted the urge to frown. She pulled a smile from somewhere, "Thank you, Karine." She turned back to the screen, Karine patted her shoulder and stood to leave. Onora was still stumped. Looking up at the ceiling, her eyes slowly rolled. Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of Walter's sleeve as he seemed to be determinedly walking past. A tray was in his hands, and he looked down at her with a small sense of confusion. "Can you help me?"

"If I can," Walter said flatly, he turned and placed the tray down. The medical equipment caused Onora to fidget unsurely. She honestly thought they had had enough of all of this stuff. Walter tilted his head, catching where she was staring he looked back at her simply. "Vitamins." Onora frowned at that, "You will lose muscle mass as you sleep, your immune level will fluctuate too no doubt. Prolonged use of a hypersleep chamber can cause problems for the human body." Walter explained, actually basic knowledge really. Yet he felt like he needed to say this to explain why he seemed to have gone into doctor mode. "What do you need help with?"