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…

Under the holographic array, those hibernated experienced one lifetime after another, fueled by the seeds of the Root Dream. The Root Dream danced with their own memories from a dead planet, and spawned a plethora of evolving child dreams. Each…

Over millennia, the Generation Ship passed through the light of thousands of suns. Its sheathing was designed to protect its delicate equipment and sensitive cargo from the hazards of the Dangerous Space.

At first, all the cogs and gears worked gracefully. Those hibernated on the Generation Ship lived happily under the watchful eye of its holographic array, in a state of simulated bliss. I could only watch from behind glass. A conductor cannot…

Within the holographic display of the Generation Ship, this was the first dream that they programmed. It would repeat and echo itself across an infinite number of simulated lifetimes, adding some tender warmth to the Great Sleep.

Debugger Breaking Down As The Simulation Begins Playing 52 Card Pickup. I'm praying to be dealt a new hand.