Chief Engineer’s Personal Log
It’s strange. The letter from the Academy yesterday is the culmination of five years of work, and yet my first thought on reading it was to wish that it hadn’t come, that it would come at a better time.
My second thought was that Selak would be proud.
I miss the letters, even the ones that were just short extracts of data, containing nothing of relevance to the conversation. Even the terrible attempts at poetry.
The repairs are taking longer than I would have liked, though there’s little I can do to speed them up.
I just think that we’re running out of time.