The darXtar Lyric Book		Part 1: DARXTAR
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Space corvette Darxtar en route for galaxity. Speed steady at point seven of c. All systems functioning according to original expectations. I'm alone in space in charge of this space Vessel and the lifes of our crew. We're halfway to our destination. I sit in the control room and fulfill my duties. I run tests through the computer. I inspect every instrument and I double check to make sure everything is accurate.
Everything is perfect. I re-check everything again. I've nothing else to do. Nothing to occupy my mind with. Playing space chess with the computer bores me. Making the exercises I'm supposed to make bores me. Writing this information down bores me. So I re-check everything. When I'm finished I look out the simulated window into the vastness of space. There is no sound here in space. Only the dim glow of distant stars in the great neutral blackness. We move through the silence of the universe so slowly we don't seem to move at all. But then again we're only a tiny object in the vastness of the cosmos. Being in space for so long does your memory no good. I cannot tell what I no longer remember and in space everyone is no one. therefore you forget. We've been through so many time storms and space warps I sometimes wonder if we're still on course. Even our computers nagging is losing depth. They've become a static murmering in the background. Too bad there is no electro-therapist on board. The only sound is the activity of the machines. The humming of the engines. The clicking of the duties being done by computerized mechanix only reminds me of other people, of company. The rest of the crew is in hibernation and will remain so until we reach our destination. Oh, how I wish for somebody to talk to: It's been Aeons since I stopped watching the video tapes I've in my locker. The films only remind me of what I not have. Time is slowly losing meaning. In the beginning I had my routines. Every 10th hour I checked the co-ordinates, the consumption indicators, the regeneration generators. I checked all the figures with those of the ship's computer. all conditions steady. Somebody once said that space is infinite, it is dark. My personal view is that it is getting darker ...