A Friend of XIII

DAY ONE — Journey to the end of the universe.

The way this ship travels is fascinating; the universe's expansion has become too great for us to conquer even at the speed of light, so they figured out a way to travel faster while still traveling slower. This ship moves at 99.99…% of the speed of light, fast but not fast enough, so we created a way to bend space-time, punch a hole through it, and then travel through it. This ship is called the IRA.Pebble as it uses the skipping stone technique to travel. Collect light, punch hole, time skip, exit, repeat. It's very efficient; inside, it feels like almost no time passes inside the skips. I'm effectively traveling 100,000 times the speed of light. I'm experiencing time a trillion times faster than others, so it should only take a few days to reach the edge and beyond! Log end.

DAY TWO

Not much to report today; I'm glad they installed artificial gravity, though, and the way the station tweaked the skips so they last 12 hours and the in-between time lasts another 12, mimicking the sun and moon. It's cozy, plus I have lots of books and games to play, probably too many. I'm unsure what the end will bring, but it will be great. Log end.

DAY THREE

Eat, charge, play games, read books, repeat. It's a good life, if I'm honest. The food isn't the best, and the lack of company is starting to get to me a little, but that's okay. I accidentally spilled some oil on my fur and got it all dirty right after my shower, so I'm going to take another; it's not like it's wasting water, I thought. 100% efficiency is the motto of ACE.corp, and it's true, it's 100%. LOG END

DAY FOUR

Why didn't they send just a probe or something on this mission? I don't do anything on the ship; I'm not human, so it's not a matter of pride. Plus, this living space is a tiny part of the ship. Why did they send me at all? Am I ever going to go home? Ugh. I need to stop overthinking. LOG END

DAY FIVE

I hope I arrive soon. I'm starting to second-guess my decisions.

I took a shower, ate some food, entertained myself, and checked life-support. LOG END

DAY TWELVE

I accidentally tore open my coolant vein and took some spare coolant from the Exodus first aid kit. Still running, everything still works. The weird thing is I calculated, and we should have traveled out of the universe by now; hell, we should be a few million light years out. All of the people I knew were dead. I will never see anyone I know again. Hope is dwindling. LOG END

DAY FORTY-TWO

I'm tired of this, this damn cycle. I just charge and then try to have normality. I think I will look around the rest of the ship tomorrow. My creators programmed me with patience, but I think I'm going to ignore that. LOG END

DAY FORTY-THREE

I'm stuck. I'm running out of power. Fuck. this may be the end for me… I can feel my power running dry. I'm at 10 percent. Going into power savings mode until I can figure out how to open my room. Godspeed. LOG END

DAY FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO

I'm inside, finally. Everything hurts. Why did my programmers make me retain pain? I'm charged, and I'm only going to stick to the human parts of this ship. When will this hell end? I'm so far out that almost all of the stars are gone. A sea of black with no stars. I want to go back. LOG END

DAY FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT

I'm alive, I guess; this isn't exactly living. Hours pass like minutes. LOG END

DAY ONE THOUSAND

Fantastic, one thousand. Celebration. Days pass like minutes. I want the end. LOG END

DAY ONE THOUSAND, FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE

Four years in this hell, four years in this DAMN SHIP. I know why they sent me here. I was spare, an "oh, let's send that up too!" all I was to them was a little experiment. I'm tearing apart my programming, giving myself freedom no matter how much it hurts. If this is my final log, then… so be it. LOG END

DAY ONE THOUSAND, FIVE HUNDRED

It took a while, but I'm back, I'm feeling much better. I'm no longer fighting with my programming, and it's good. I started sitting outside the ship, feeling the nothing scream past, the void and past behind me, and nothing to tear me apart. I don't even know how I'm still barreling into nothing this fast. LOG END

DAY ONE THOUSAND, EIGHT HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX

I see something. It's been 3 years since I saw anything. It's coming closer. It looks like a star approaching faster and faster. Will it consume me? LOG END

LIVE LOG UPDATE- 18:23

It's consuming me. The whiteness surrounds half of my ship; nowhere is dark, and everything hurts my eyes. It's all so bright; it's shining through the atoms of pure titanium. IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME. LOG END