It’s been a while since I did one of these. We’re at a constant 0.1g acceleration now. Nowhere near what I was hoping for, but 14 years to AC isn’t too shabby considering we have engines from a different fucking ship.
The days have started to blur together. Nothing happens. There is nothing left to do but monitor systems. I’m going to leave Al in charge and take a nap. A long nap. A decade or so, but—hey Al, let’s not make it another 2000 years. No losing your shit without me, ok? Wake me up if things go south.
You will be the first one, Lizzie.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. Al, it’s been a pleasure. Petty Officer Elizabeth Aran, commander—
Pirate.
—pirate queen, signing off.
Henrik Refsnes 
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