Entry 2, three weeks out of stasis Seven more have become afflicted and thirteen will be taken out of stasis, two of them are to replace the afflicted workers who maintain the functions of the ship, the other nine are family members of the new workers. More and more are beginning to suffer from the affliction. Perhaps the population dedicated to working on the ship is not sufficient. Many of the workers had to be taken out of stasis early to replace those who have succumbed to the affliction. The gradual awakening of the population as we get closer to our new homes may need to be accelerated to sustain the social order strained by the early awakening of so many workers. According to calculations, if current trends continue, fifty-two percent of the population will be out of stasis by the time we reach the new worlds, seventeen percent more than projected. We cannot let this come to pass. We must find a way to treat the affliction. The population must stay in stasis for as long as possible to conserve our supplies or else precautions must be taken to limit child birth and prevent overpopulation.

Entry 7, eight weeks out of stasis It has become obvious to me what is causing the affliction but the others disagree, they are blind. It is the emptiness, the all encompassing darkness which surrounds us. We were not meant to live like this, we were not meant to exist in the darkness. It is everywhere, above us, behind us, in front of us, below us, everywhere, we are drowning in it, and I sense it crawling inside, slowly. The hulls of the ship are powerful, designed to withstand the rigors of the journey, it protects us from the cold but it cannot stop the darkness. No barrier can hold back the darkness for it penetrates all. Here in the void, the darkness is master and it has consumed many, leaving behind shadows, thoughtless and soulless. We put the shadows to sleep, hoping they will recover, they will not. Then we replace them with the newly awakened to continue the work on the machines, but they will not be awake for long, they too will succumb to the darkness.

Entry 13, sixteen weeks out of stasis So much work lie ahead of us, I have been forgetting to write in here. I have had little time to contemplate. My mind has been clouded. I have been trying to reminisce about the past, trying to remember what it was like. When they woke me to study the affliction, they told me that I have been in stasis for little more than twenty three years. As of now, it has been twenty three years, five months, and eleven days since we departed our old home. The earth that was they call it. Twenty four years, is that a long time? What meaning does time hold here in the void? Many have forgotten what it was like. The void consumes my thoughts now, displacing my memories of the past. What was it like? I have reached into the depth of my mind hoping the capture the memories of my home but all I see are fleeting images of a world forgotten. Trees, oceans, skies, the burning, trees set aflame, oceans of blood, boiling, skies darkened by shadows. We were forced to escape and then… the sleep.

Last Entry, Entry 16 I still remember the stasis, it has been many weeks but I still remember. I want to forget but I cannot, I remember it every time I close my eyes, I remember it whenever I sleep. They said it would be a deep sleep; they were wrong, they were wrong about many things. It was a nightmare, an all consuming darkness covering my thoughts. I was trapped within the endless void of my mind. There were a few brief moments of consciousness when I awoke, but they did not bring me comfort. I saw only the inside of my stasis pod. A metallic coffin within which I was trapped, forced to suffer the isolation of a single mind. No one heard the screams. Now that I am awake, I find that we are still drifting slowly across the endless abyss. I have traded the abyss of my own mind with the abyss of the endless space, what cruel irony.