- 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
- True passengers / Chapter 26: Day 163
- True passengers / Chapter 27: Day 181
- True passengers / Chapter 28: Day 199
- True passengers / Chapter 29: Day 211
- True passengers / Chapter 30: Day 239
- True passengers / Chapter 31: Day 241
- True passengers / Chapter 32: Day 257
- True passengers / Chapter 33: Day 293
- True passengers / Chapter 34: Day 491
- True passengers / Chapter 35: Day 509
- True passengers / Chapter 36: Day 569
- True passengers / Chapter 37: Day 571
- True passengers / Chapter 38: I couldn’t bring myself
- True passengers / Chapter 39: When she comes to
- True passengers / Chapter 40: Day 577
- True passengers / Chapter 41: Day 593
- True passengers / Chapter 42: Day 599
- True passengers / Chapter 43: Day 601
- True passengers / Chapter 44: Like two clumsy helium-filled condoms
- True passengers / Chapter 45: Bitch!
Day 491. It’s amazing how dependent the human brain is on adequate consumption of animal proteins and fats. Since switching to a meat-based diet, I’ve noticed not only a restoration of my physical strength, but even a slight increase in my mental abilities. I have become more active and read faster, including textbooks — I am updating and supplementing my knowledge of physics, electrical engineering, and electronics, and I spend my free time working on various ways to improve the design of my compartment. A side effect of this is that I have begun to think more about myself and my situation.
I converted two more vacant cryocapsules for air regeneration and now suffer less from oxygen deprivation. Not to mention that my water supplies have been significantly replenished. Now, walking between the high-tech translucent coffins in the morning, I breathe deeply. I feel like the rightful master not only of this small world, but also of the world to which all these people are heading. After all, only I can decide which of them will reach the final destination.
Like many here, I have never been particularly religious, but the associations that arise are exclusively theological. Purgatory, through which souls can pass to reach paradise. But at least they have a chance. Will I ever get out of this hell? I doubt it. And the more I doubt, the more contempt I feel for these carefree, meaningless and uncomplaining pieces of meat.







