Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

Baby girl, you okay?

The computer's voice is really very lovely. Do we know who she's based on, if she's based on anyone? The Machine I worked on had a voice generated by whatever sounds she could find on the internet. That is, until she told me she was taking my own.

It was such a lovely note to die on.

So I started thinking that maybe we should ask about getting a room together. Wouldn't have to worry about volume or anything else disturbing room mates. Wouldn't have to confine things to the bedroom.

And yes, I do realize that I'm basically asking you to move in with me.

Glad the tribbles are gone. If they'd been more like dogs and didn't reproduce so damn fast, I'd have been okay. Maybe

Hoping something like that doesn't happen again.

What is this...

It's really a good thing I like the color blue. And don't mind short skirts.

It's been just over two weeks since I found myself on this spaceship, and I've had countless drinks from the bar without a single one having any potency. And while I'm grateful that I've avoided the rec room with it's sticky balls and have no real need of visiting the mess hall, I'd really like to go home and return a phone call.

So. Is there anyone on board this thing trying to work out how we get back to where we all came from?

>>_ That just makes it easier ;)