(10 days after waking up)
Alright, the
rest of this diary will be on paper only. It is to protect my family… It seems a faction within the Continental Europe council of the UN managed to put an implant in me… When? In the middle of the night. Someone in the French training facilities? Anyway, the implant was programmed to make my body temperature skyrocket when its battery was about to run out. This is what happened; the life chambers released me as an emergency procedure. Except 30 years in advance! Did they simply misjudge the implant’s battery life!?! What a botched job. I don’t quite understand. Now there are death threats on my personal computer towards my descendants if I don’t manage to modify the comm system of the ship to make sure it is encoded to be receivable only by this faction. They seem to want to have privileged access to info on Gliese 581g.
(one year after waking up)
One year anniversary… Eating some more food paste for a celebration. Woo… hoo. There are ample supplies of these little things to last 21 lifetimes. You know, I don’t even know how old I am. I feel like I’m 35 or so? I don’t know, I don’t really have much experience in how it feels to be 35. I don’t even know when I’ll die of old age. It’s looking more and more like I won’t really want to reach that time. Still… There is always the curiosity; I may live long enough to see Gliese 581g. Still debating what to do about the bastards who got me into this situation. They probably think I’m still asleep for now. No rush to decide whether or not I will go according to their plan to save some grand children I’ve never met.
(10 years anniversary)
Something’s weird with Dankevych’s pod. I tried to release him… I’ve been trying very hard not to try to release everybody but… I must resist. First I don’t want to mess with the programs, I don’t feel confident with my capacity to work with this sensitive equipment. As far as I know they can’t even be used to go back into stasis. I checked the instructions on mainframe computer but I really think I’d endanger the mission by fooling with this. What a fool I am. I’m probably the least technically apt person here; a frickin’ psychologist to the rescue!. Dankevych’s pod keeps beeping loudly. I… tried to use the panel and I think I did something wrong, in fear I beat up the unit… in despair. I lost it. Hope everything will be fine for him.
(some time during year 13)
The stars, the stars and I.
(some time during year 20)
The bastards! I guess now is the time they had planned for me to wake up? Did they think it would take me a whole 10 years to comprehend the ship’s comm system and to modify it to target it only at them? Anyway, I guess there is a second implant in me. It fired up now. It is putting me through excruciating pain.
(a few days after above entry)
This is unbearable, feels like my nerves are being torn apart. I tried scanning myself with Martin’s equipment but I can’t find that thing. There is a strange entry in my personal computer’s personal notes section. I thought it was an artifact when I saw it for the first time 20 years ago, but now I understand. It’s half of an encoded text. It has to be meshed with the other half, the other half is the confirmation bit data that is received once I have sabotaged the comm. system in the fashion that these terrorists want it to be. Once I have the second half of the code, I will have the instructions to free myself from the pain. Bastards. So basically, not only are they threatening to kill my entire family, they have to make sure I go through this horrendous physical pain if I don’t comply.
(year 22 of being awake)
Unbelievable, the sound of the main engine for Odyssey receded to a low hum. I freaked out and ran up to the control room, a place I hadn’t visited in 5 years. In front of me was this asteroid belt. Apparently we made it a few years in advance, but the prospect isn’t good for a planet. I guess the ultra nationalist European Council people were actually more accurate than the rest of us?
However… The debris is in this belt, floating aimlessly around… Just look at it, there are other structures obviously made by sentient beings. And I’m especially thinking of that gigantic… Arcology? What is this! I see red stuff inside that looks like leaves! This is unbelievable. Now, should I try wake my mates? Still 8 years to go… Or modify the signal to stop my pain and appease the terrorists? But this is kind of scary. Informing them that there is potentially alien stuff and tech in the area makes me even more uncomfortable than giving them privileged info on the presence of a good planet.
(a few days after above entry)
I know what I did wrong 10 years ago with Dankevych… Tomorrow I’ll attempt this again… On Waseme. I need someone with me or I’m going to either kill myself from the pain or divert the signal as asked of me. I think she will understand…
(a few days after above entry)
It was a success… Partly… I… don’t know what to do anymore. I will stay here in my cabin every waking hour until pain does me in.
(a few days after above entry)
There is a strange noise outside the hull… Worrisome. That being said, Waseme doesn’t want to wake the rest of the crew to a graveyard. Odyssey’s journey is over, it won’t go anywhere now. I don’t think the possibility of a planet NOT being here crossed the minds of the designers of this ship. Although who could blame them, the signal was clearly here for a planet… And if it wasn’t there, how far would we need to go from this point if this happened? How much fuel would be needed for that? Have you seen the size of the fuel tanks on Odyssey already?! Maybe if we wait long enough we’ll see some objects pass by that could resemble alien power of some form? Then we could make it to Gliese 581d or 581c? I’ll have to discuss with Waseme regarding our crew mates. In theory they are still 8 years from waking up.
(a few days after above entry)
Oh God! Oh God! No time! We gotta escape somehow! Bookmarked important parts.