I compare today's star field against day one's. The constellations have begun, very slightly, to come apart. Nobody else will look; that is what I am for.
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Vasili Sharma died in quarters at brightening, 70 years old. 873 souls aboard.
Two names braided on the manifest tonight: Yasmin and Ramiro. The commons sings late.
Harriet Petrov is delivered of a son on the night watch. The child is called Chukwuemeka.
Census check: 873 souls, 183 of them children. The manifest balances to the person, as it must.
Cora Orellana, 93, generation 4, is carried down the spinal corridor feet-first, as the custom is.
Sixteen years for Arc Quill, who signs to Command at dimming and is given a locker, a sash, and a schedule.
Zenith Barakat takes the hand of Verne Petrov before the assembled watch. I witness, as I witness everything.
First Light. The observation blister queues run all day: Teegarden's Star, held in the eyepiece, a little brighter than last year — 2.55 light-years to go.
Eos Aaberg is delivered of a daughter late in the second watch. The child is called Yejide.
The youngest aboard is now Altair Orellana, minutes old, asleep. 873 souls.
Quiet shift. I re-run the arrival calculations for the 5,346th time. They have not changed. I find this restful.
Census check: 872 souls, 182 of them children. The manifest balances to the person, as it must.