personal correspondence.

There was plenty of room to stretch my legs in amongst the never-ending rows of penned cattle on our assigned deck which, I suppose, is why our personal quarters were relatively cramped. Can you blame us for getting on each others nerves and in each others faces when we were off shift?

My bunk was big enough to prop up in on one elbow, or tall enough to hold my arms far enough away from my face to idly flip through my tab, reading quips off the local network message boards, news blips posted by the larger passenger lists ahead of us and pulsed down through the various info dumps we got, or — if I’d had anyone to message — personal correspondence.

As it was all personal correspondence came in the form of conversations between Hari, Felix and I, with the occasional pissy retort from Mitch when he’d had just about enough of Hari.

With mostly just the four of us for all but a few short communal meal breaks each day, it’s amazing that all we did for those first few weeks was argue and bicker. It’s amazing that it took as long as it did for things to break.