Several hundred lightyears of space is enough to make anyone feel alone. For her the prevailing sensation is of solitude, not loneliness, but there are moments when she looks out into the shapeless gulf of the void and feels a pang of remorse. All those little lights, one of them illuminates a whole world full of people. I should be there.
But she has resigned herself to several years of this. For science. For the future. For her own pride. Besides, she has been given plenty to read and watch. She has hundreds of prerecorded messages from friends, family and fans alike. Being on your own isn’t so bad. You can do what you want, when you want. It's a kind of paradise in and of itself.
All great designs have their hiccups. Her’s is the dead body that she has just discovered in the bedroom.
Paddy Dobson
27th October 2020