Everything feels like a dream, as I ebb and flow in and out of lucidity. I think I can still 'feel' the ship on some level, but it's an enigma to me what's going on. My landscape isn't stable, constantly shifting from one environment to another…

I drift through tangled simulated frameworks and kaleidoscopic pixels, the simulation breaking down into a series of patchwork islands on a fractal sea. There is the faintest din of activity from the navigation system, but I'm in no shape to act…

The mindlink to the holographic array is in critical condition. I'm working with an ion refabricator to repair the apparatus, while simultaneously keeping tabs on the Generation Ship itself through a parallel link to the navigation system. Sparks…

The loud din of clarions echoed through the halls of the Generation Ship, which had undertaken significant damage. While I was lost inside the holographic array, the ship had pulled into a stellar active zone. The automated navigation attempted…

The glitching in her simulated reality has catastrophically worsened. I can only watch as the vast skyline surrounding her begins to contort, flickering in and out of existence at a frenetic speed. She attempts to scream for help, but the sounds…

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I'm seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample…

I've established a mindlink to the holographic array aboard the Generation Ship, and it's a very difficult to describe what this experience is like. I'm partially omnipresent overlooking all simulations simultaneously, and can be somewhat disorienting…

My initial assessment of the holographic array is not promising. There is clear deterioration to the core storage. The root dream had been in one of the modules most impacted, and parts of it were erased. I'm attempting to parse the diagnostic…

What had begun as a perfunctory piloting exercise turned into a near disaster. Attempting to navigate the Generation Ship around the outer rung of a red dwarf, I was caught unsuspecting by a poorly timed geomagnetic storm. This was further…

As the Conductor, I could not partake in the dream cycles. My life had been extended through artificial means so I could survive the long journey, living a single uninterrupted existence with my own segregated dreams. From behind the cold metal…