A haunting human voice spoke, a voice from a man who was no longer of this universe. As the sounds came, the words filled the screen.
September 1st 2234 - Mission day -1 (minus 1)
Jesus Christ. A bloody lawyer. I asked for a statistics expert and they send a lawyer. If the launch wasn't tomorrow, I'd... well I'd do something, and they wouldn't like it. Not one bit. Anyway, she might be here, I might have to put up with her. But I don't have to like her. Her access is limited to the observation deck, recreation room and her own quarters. That should sort her out.
[Pause]
Next?... Oh, yes, full crew report. Should it be needed then it is available in the Crew List, also the Mission Profile is available.
Everything else is going well, the supplies are aboard, the equipment and spares are also. All that we need wait for now is the word and then we're off.
[Pause]
It's strange really. I'm ready to embark on the most important mission of my life and yet it seemed so natural. Like I was meant to be here... [sigh] I don't know. Perhaps it's something inherent in all of us, but only given the right opportunity does it show itself. It's almost like...
[inaudible sounds]
Oh... must go, Kate wants me.
Entry ends
So little seemed to have been said that there was the urge to skip back to the main menu and try the later entries. But still lingering was the idea that taking the entries out of sequence would be wrong, like reading the last page of a book. It would be a let down. But, then again, this was real, this was no fictional account. Time was important. They finally decided.