Haman: “In the time it took for me to write this first sentence, everyone we know on Earth forgot about us.”
Remardu: “already God is calling to us”
Elund: “Yeah, yeah. Maybe your god is out here, maybe not. But what a ride!”
Only three of us chose to mark the millions of days, taking brief watches awake in slow motion, trading off tiny messages to each other through the limited bandwidth. The tiny ship could not carry more than one mind awake, loaded down with all it could handle, on the long traversal.