Got a lot of time on my hands now. There’s not much to do but stare at space and blast my dad’s trash metal into the great beyond. Me and Al have instituted chili Tuesdays. It’s a shitshow and I’m still not completely sure what’s in the chili, but I love it.
I didn’t defrost Mike. Not much point. This ship has no resources to resolve anything, but maybe there’s more where we’re going. And anyway, I’m not ready to kill someone.
Oh, and I’m doing a radio show too. It helps talking about it you know. No more emotional breakdowns on air, but the bad apocalypse jokes are in. I still have to bounce the signal, so I guess it’ll be around for a really long time. Like two millennia. Fuck, what have I done.
Anyway, stay tuned for Radio Aran.
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