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I think I'm in need of some assistance.

Be careful in the corridors, there's someone dangerous-

This is a rather obvious question, I'm sure, but any attempt to research it myself has only confused me more.

There must be some rule about knowledge of the future, and what one should do about it. Ignore it, presumably, but it seems like that would be easier said than done.

Are we ever going to stop in this ship? I feel the desperate need to leave.

I just want to take my children and disappear.

Right, maybe someone can tell me what the fuck is going on?! Where's my brother?! And just where the fuck am I?!

There is nothing like watching one's children sleep.

Miss Miller assures me that this is a good way to 'get to know' people, though it seems coldly impersonal to my mind. Quite like posting an advertisement to the newspaper. But I am sorry, I am digressing. My name is Hallam. Sir Hallam Holland, and I have newly arrived on this... vessel. I would greatly appreciate some human contact. It is a bit overwhelming, one must admit.