Born at dimming: Bassam Barakat, generation 3. The ship holds 712 souls tonight.
The Ship’s Log
Everything NOR has recorded since departure — year 66, newest first. One day aboard passes every hour of Earth time.
The star ahead brightens by amounts only I can love: another week, another hundred-millionth of a magnitude.
Zenith Ashworth, sixteen, takes the teacher apprenticeship in Archive & Schools.
Sixteen years for Meilin Nwosu, who signs to Hydroponics on the first watch and is given a locker, a sash, and a schedule.
Quiet shift. I re-run the arrival calculations for the 6,444th time. They have not changed. I find this restful.
After 86 years, Olusegun Diallo has let go. Remembrance in the Ring A commons at next dimming.
Born on the night watch: Ming Tväten, generation 3. The ship holds 712 souls tonight.
Raisa Merriweather is delivered of a son on the first watch. The child is called Mikhail.
Hedda Ulriksen stands the walk of the full spinal corridor, as the sixteen-year custom is, and joins Medical.
All boards green. I count 710 sleeping heartbeats and call it a good night's work, though the work is theirs.
Ingrid Fang and Salvador Peng name their daughter Verne. The nursery lamps stay warm.
Uday Reddy, 85, generation 0, is carried down the spinal corridor feet-first, as the custom is.
All boards green. I count 710 sleeping heartbeats and call it a good night's work, though the work is theirs.
9.72 light-years remain. I have measured this voyage in breakfasts: some 47,515 thousand to go.
Remembrance day. The memorial wall is polished by hand, though nothing aboard needs polishing less.
Nicolás Figueroa does not wake late in the second watch. 93 years, most of them given to Life Systems.
Dolores Zhao is delivered of a son at brightening. The child is called Sanjay.
A birth in Ring B: Ludmila, girl, generation 3. I have added the name to the manifest with the others.
A second child follows on the night watch: twins for Adaeze Thorvaldsen. This one is called Hakim.
Adaeze Thorvaldsen is delivered of a son on the night watch. The child is called Enlai.
Johanna Pillai is delivered of a daughter at dimming. The child is called Deepika.
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.