Chapter 02.4

From: Brandon Devlin
Subject: Hi
Date: Sagittarius 25, 0031 20:36
To: Emma Devlin

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Hi M,

I just got up, 8 p.m. (20:00 military time, as we use it on the ship), about to start my shift. Luck of the draw, I guess (being one of the first two having to try to sleep right after acquiring artificial gravity). I don’t think I slept more than three hours, too much excitement going on. After a couple of days, I’m sure things will settle down and we’ll fall into our routines.

Surprisingly, the movement of the ship isn’t as much of a factor as we thought it might be. Just like being on board the ISS, we really can’t feel it moving, but if we look out the window, there is either an Earthrise or Moonrise every minute. That’ll change too, the further away we get from Earth. Of course, the big difference between this and being on board the ISS is the artificial gravity. We didn’t feel the movement on the ISS because we weren’t touching the floor or anything.

I have to say, you were right again, me and my big mouth. LOL I was the cause of today’s sleep deprivation, as I’m the one that came up with the bright idea to stuff those other four staterooms with supplies. But, such is the life of a spacecraft designer, eh? As Elton John sang, ‘It’s just my job five days a week.’ Ha, ha. Except, en route to Mars, it’s my job seven days a week… but, if you take a look at the date header, we’ve started using my version of the Martian calendar, so it’s now my job eight days a week.

Well, I’m going to get a bite to eat before I start my shift. I’ll write more, later.

Love from me to you,
Brandon
PS, missing you already. HOLLAND

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