- True passengers / Chapter 1: Fuck it!
- True passengers / Chapter 2: I come to…
- True passengers / Chapter 3: Gradually…
- True passengers / Chapter 4: There is one thing
- True passengers / Chapter 5: Three days
- True passengers / Chapter 6: I wake up
- True passengers / Chapter 7: Let’s think
- True passengers / Chapter 8: I finally finish
- True passengers / Chapter 9: 2841 words
- True passengers / Chapter 10: Day 11
- True passengers / Chapter 11: Day 13
- True passengers / Chapter 12: Day 17
- True passengers / Chapter 13: Day 19
- True passengers / Chapter 14: Day 23
- True passengers / Chapter 15: Day 29
- True passengers / Chapter 16: Day 31
- True passengers / Chapter 17: Day 37
- True passengers / Chapter 18: Day 41
- True passengers / Chapter 19: Day 43
- True passengers / Chapter 20: Day 47
- True passengers / Chapter 21: Day 53
- True passengers / Chapter 22: Day 67
- True passengers / Chapter 23: Day 71
- True passengers / Chapter 24: Day 101
- True passengers / Chapter 25: Day 137
Day 53. My technical skills and imagination were enough to break one of the laptops in half, tape it to the wall in the form of a flat panel, and connect it via Wi-Fi to the terminal in the control compartment.
It’s a completely useless construction, because I have nothing to do except remote monitoring and sending meaningless messages. But looking at the screen, I am under the complete illusion that I am commanding a spaceship. For example, I can track its position on star charts. I can see how many years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds are left to fly. Who am I kidding? Playing the old “Galaga” is more fun…








