Johanna Pillai is delivered of a daughter at dimming. The child is called Deepika.
The Ship’s Log
Everything NOR has recorded since departure — the full record, newest first. One day aboard passes every hour of Earth time.
Pavel Smirnov does not wake at brightening. 90 years, most of them given to Ecology.
Census check: 707 souls, 291 of them children. The manifest balances to the person, as it must.
A birth in Ring C: Safiya, girl, generation 3. I have added the name to the manifest with the others.
A son, Torsten Zhao, born in the Ring A infirmary to Leticia Zhao and Cygnet Fang. Mother and child are well.
Born on the night watch: Edmund Jaber, generation 3. The ship holds 705 souls tonight.
Aisha Pillai stands the walk of the full spinal corridor, as the sixteen-year custom is, and joins Life Systems.
Yueqin Qin, 95, generation 0, is carried down the spinal corridor feet-first, as the custom is.
The manifest shortens by one: Agnieszka Gagarin, 89 years. The line rests with the ship now.
Sixteen years for Fernanda Mazur, who signs to Life Systems on the night watch and is given a locker, a sash, and a schedule.
9.72 light-years remain. I have measured this voyage in breakfasts: some 47,282 thousand to go.
The stream falls astern. Damage is surveyed, tallied, and assigned; the ship grows quiet again by dimming.
Another impact tremor. In the commons the children have invented a counting game; the elders let them think it is a game.
Another impact tremor. In the commons the children have invented a counting game; the elders let them think it is a game.
Iveta Aaberg is delivered of a daughter at dimming. The child is called Ghada.
A strike opens a compartment to vacuum. Doors seal as designed. The repair walk begins at dimming.
Strikes along the shielding — hail on a tin roof, scaled to the sublime. The lattice holds.
“A whole signal,” a instrument by Leandro Pemberton, is unveiled at brightening to the particular applause of Drive.
Katarzyna Ashworth is delivered of a son in the middle watch. The child is called Mateo.
Lyra Mazur is lost in the Fabrication casualty, 18 years old. Work stops at dimming for the procession.
A strike opens a compartment to vacuum. Doors seal as designed. The repair walk begins late in the second watch.
We enter a debris stream. I turn the ship's best face to it and sound the compartment warnings.
Cygnet Zhao and Yash Salazar name their son Kwame. The nursery lamps stay warm.
Dagny Nwosu and Kayode Pillai name their son Albert. The nursery lamps stay warm.
9.73 light-years remain. I have measured this voyage in breakfasts: some 47,092 thousand to go.
A child in Ring C asks the corridor speaker what Earth smelled like. I play the rainstorm recording. It is the best answer I have.
“Five Winters Rising,” a poem by Ernest Grantham, is unveiled in the middle watch to the particular applause of Fabrication.
Guiying Petrov stands the walk of the full spinal corridor, as the sixteen-year custom is, and joins Life Systems.
Born late in the second watch: Nicolás Shen, generation 3. The ship holds 703 souls tonight.
Morale index reads 74. The number is crude. The singing from the mess confirms it.
Sixteen years for Fang Jaber, who signs to Life Systems in the middle watch and is given a locker, a sash, and a schedule.
A new mural from Tao Ogunleye — “Three Signals Waiting.” The Archive takes a copy; the original belongs to whoever stands nearest.
After 95 years, Agnieszka Jablonski has let go. Remembrance in the Ring B commons at next dimming.
A son, Torsten Shen, born in the Ring C infirmary to Jiayi Shen and Jaroslav Peng. Mother and child are well.
9.73 light-years remain. I have measured this voyage in breakfasts: some 47,060 thousand to go.
Oddny Thorvaldsen is delivered of a son on the night watch. The child is called Magnus.
Guadalupe Aaberg, sixteen, takes the watch officer apprenticeship in Command.
Svetlana Tereshkova died in quarters on the night watch, 92 years old. 701 souls aboard.
Farida Mansour, 93, generation 0, is carried down the spinal corridor feet-first, as the custom is.
Caelum Sharma, sixteen, takes the pharmacist apprenticeship in Medical.
Sixteen years for Daisy Sharma, who signs to Archive & Schools at dimming and is given a locker, a sash, and a schedule.
A first shift for Zbigniew Pemberton, sixteen: reactor tech, Drive. The badge is printed fresh.
The hull ticks as it cools into the long night. Year 66, and I still log it faithfully: ticking, nominal.
Ebba Aaberg has made a song called “Orchards of Ring A.” Asked what it means, she says it means about nine years of evenings.
Jinghua Fang does not wake on the first watch. 95 years, most of them given to Hydroponics.
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.
Census check: 704 souls, 289 of them children. The manifest balances to the person, as it must.
A daughter, Georgia Thorvaldsen, born in the Ring A infirmary to Boreal Thorvaldsen and Drift Thorvaldsen. Mother and child are well.
The manifest shortens by one: Elsie Kingsley, 94 years. The line rests with the ship now.
Arc Jaber chooses Medical — or it chooses her; the elders disagree cheerfully.