A sharp natural light was coming into the corners of his eyes, which helped the waking process. Thoughts of curious nature started to come in as he started remembering the reasons why he was here. There was a living planet there. A civilization succumbing. Horrendous conditions. They needed help.
The Guild warned him that long stasis can lead to rude awakenings. This might have been one of those. They must have kept him in the coffin longer than expected. Beautiful comforting dreams were slowly disappearing from his mind which had comforted him along the Great Crossing. A terrible headache was however quickly coming into reality. How the body was aching and longing for the deep slumber to continue, like a baby resisting birth.
A closet was opening with his black standardized uniforms of the Guild as he peeked over the coffin, finally reaching an upright position. Through a window he saw a black sky over a barren white and grey landscape that reflected light from the local star. What a magnificent sight, though this couldn’t be the original destination he thought. The chances of life seemed unlikely in this cratered wasteland without an atmosphere. So many worries and questions started arising. It was time to get clothed and briefed.
“Computer! Open new journal entry and index by OriChain block height of latest tachyon sync and add local time.”
”CONFIRMED, COMMANDER. ENTRY CREATED AT 472,331,082 OC. AND 198 STANDARD BLOCKS TILL ECLIPSE. READY FOR RECORDING: … ”
”Pfff, how shall I start this one… I know I should be excited, but after about 300 and 12 standard epochs of delay, I just hope we’re not going to face any more issues. The waking of additional workers ate into our energy reserves in order to work out a solution to port The Scripture to binary. We had never seen anything like it before. And somehow MIK3 couldn’t work it out. Probably not enough experience and too foreign. As soon as we have fully recharged in four eclipses we can inform the Guild on how to handle these primitive systems. Nevertheless we are approaching INJECTION in hopefully less than 3 epochs. I’ve put all the workers back to stasis to conserve energy. Wen all seemed stable, I started warming up the coffin of our psycholinguist. The One Speech said that he was top of his temple. I really hope so, because this binary setup could be a bad omen for how this INJECTION is going to work out. Ever since the accident at Almedina Zeta and the vanishing of the Fourth Endeavor, I… … Well, I have documented this before. Let’s pray. End!”
“ENTRY COMPLETED. DO YOU WISH TO INCLUDE COPY FOR NEXT TACHYON TRANSMISSION?
“Negative. Encrypt and add to personal journal.”
“CONFIRMED”
“Oh yeah, and shut down all but one producer and make me one of those warm brown drinks again they make down there. Can’t recall the name… just copy from my alimentary log.
“IN PROGRESS”
The ship was quiet. The lieutenant was putting on his uniform after he felt stable enough to stand up. It was like there was nobody awake. Maybe MIK3 put him out of stasis to work alone? That would be weird though and against the Guild Pledge. Only in emergency cases would a single Scrypter work. But since the view outside seemed they landed in a grey desert, something indeed might be wrong. If he was alone, he could still talk to MIK3 of course. It was a magnitudes better than MIK2, perhaps they could actually have some fun this time and have a real conversation. Though speaking to non-silica would be his preference.