Have you reached your destination yet? Or if you haven’t, can you say how much longer? I don’t know if you ever said. I want all of this to be over already. I don’t know if I can take the waiting.

Some bad news. Nicky’s lungs are acting up again. You won’t know how scary such a thing is until you have a child. Whatever ISF’s problems, at least medical care is free. What will happen when things like this happen in the future? You have a doctor on board, don’t you? She can treat such things?

But what will happen when she dies, someday? Have we really thought this through?]

VIDEO LOG #54—Ship Designation CS Wyvern 7079

Day 10: 09:02 UTO

[Inside the ship. Taban is tinkering with a device in the corner of the cockpit with the HARE watching on from a perch to his right. The HARE switches between looking at Taban and Daley, who is in the hallway beyond the cockpit, climbing once more into his exo-armor suit.]

Taban: Another day, another bunch of ice to put in a bucket, huh?

Daley (grunt): You coming with me?

Taban: Nah. I’ve got other repairs to run.

Daley: What do you mean? You said the FTL drive is good to go.

Taban: It is. But this is an old ship. Might as well patch up some of the other stuff so we don’t run the risk of getting stranded again. Next time there won’t be a shiny new planet to land on.

Daley: You making fun of me?

Taban: What? No.

Daley: I feel like you are.

Taban: I’m not.

Daley: It’s a two-man job out there. We’d probably find something quicker if you helped look.

Taban: I’ve been helping. You know I want to find good shit as much as you do. If anything, I don’t want to turn up to ISF empty-handed . . . You know the punishment for venturing into unregulated space can be banishment to a prison colony?

Daley (glancing at the HARE): The thing tell you that?

Taban: Maybe. Yeah. Maybe.

Daley: I heard you talking to it, last night. When you thought I was asleep. I could hear you through the wall. Telling it stories.

Taban: Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you up.

Daley: It’s fine.

Taban: And they’re not stories. Well, I mean, I guess they are. We just talk about myths and shit.

Daley: You tell it stories before bed.

Taban: Tell him, HARE.

HARE: We discussed the tale of Prometheus having his liver devoured by eagles. It was an unjust fate.

Daley (casting Taban a look of contempt): . . . Wow.

Taban: . . . It helps to talk to it. Even to have it play its stupid music. You know I’ve been having nightmares every time I go to sleep?

Daley: Nightmares?