PASSENGER ACTIVITY LOG
ENTRY 1622
MR SWARM played CHESS against ALGORITHM 467B and lost, bringing his
local score to 2166: 1,738 wins, 1,398 losses, 148 draws.
1.d4Nf6 2.Nf3g6i 3.Nc3d5 4.Bf4Bg7 5.e3c6 6.Bd3Nbd7 7.O-OO-O
8.e4dxe4 9.Bxe4Nxe4 10.Nxe4Nf6 11.Ng3Bg4 12.c4Bxf3 13.Qxf3Qxd4
14.b4Qxc4 15.b5Nd5 16.Bg5Bxa1 17.Rxa1f6 18.Bd2Qxb5 19.a3Qb2
20.Bh6Qxa1+ 21.Nf1Qc3 22.Bxf8Qxf3 23.gxf3Kxf8 24.a4a5 25.h4Nc3
26.Kh2Nxa4 27.f4b5 28.f3Nc3 29.Ne3Nd5 30.Nxd5cxd5 31.h5a4 32.h6a3
33.f5gxf5 34.f4a2 35.Kg3a1=Q 36.Kh4Qg1 37.Kh5Qg4#
COMMANDER CRANIUM played PACMAN for 6 HOURS 38 MINUTES. High score:
1360
SUPER HEX read 16 manuscripts, and worked 4 hours in the science
lab...
and here I am... reading months worth of backlogs... I might as
well be blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk. There's nothing to do
in space. There is nothing in so much of space. We've found no
replies to any of our signals, and we are still 3 days out from
what is ostensibly Gliese 422 b - potentially habitable, orbiting a
red dwarf. Initial scans seem to prove there's water and from what
I can remember from science class that means life - Maybe Commander
Cranium knows more about that...
"I don't," the thunderous voice startling me at first.
"You don't wha... wait, was I thinking out loud?"
"No -- and I don't give a damn about the origins of sentient life.
All I know is we're here, aren't we?" Commander Cranium replied. He
crumpled into the co-pilots seat and began fiddling with an array
of dials.
"Stop that, I just got everything the way we needed it!" I shouted.
"What's the point in that either! We're lost, aren't we?" he
clearly didn't grasp the enormity of the situation. Sure we were
headed towards a planet that might have life, and that life might
be advanced enough to be of some use to us - but we hadn't detected
anything to possibly give us hope of that. Suddenly a blip came
over the speaker.
A small dot wafted across the display, below it blinked
"Semi-organic."
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