Madeline Marks (2027)

Solar Cycle 4,922 (or Tuesday, depending on which janitor you ask) Location: Somewhere past the Moon, currently drifting toward "Inexplicable Doom" Yeah, so things haven't exactly gone to plan. Again.

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Stay tuned for next week's entry, assuming we don't accidentally terraform ourselves into a black hole. — Captain Madeline Marks Solar Cycle 4,922 (or Tuesday, depending on which

When I signed up to captain the Oz 9 , I was promised a nice, long nap in a stasis pod and a "Terraform Now" button to press in twenty-five years. Instead, I’m wide awake, the coffee machine is judging my life choices, and we just passed Earth’s moon. You know, the big white rock from the childhood bedroom window? Yeah, seeing it up close is cool until you realize you weren't supposed to see it at all because you were meant to be unconscious . Stay tuned for next week's entry, assuming we

I’m stuck with a street urchin who has the entire history of humanity crammed into her head (and won’t stop reminding us) and a janitor who smells like old socks and broken dreams.

On the bright side, the view from the port-side windows is stunning. It’s almost enough to make you forget that the life support system is making a sound like a dying harmonica.

Captain’s Blog #8: Objects in Space are Exactly as Fragile as They Look