An unfamiliar starscape filled the main viewport. The ship had passed out of charted space many cycles ago, but it pressed ever onward. N.O.A.H. sat in the pilot’s seat and readied to send another report. It had been many cycles since it had heard from its creators. Perhaps no one was left to listen. It did not matter. N.O.A.H.’s programming was clear. Regular reports. The cargo was too important to neglect the reports.
The recording device flickered on, and one thin laser connected N.O.A.H.’s dataport to the device. In a flash, all relevant statistics were recorded for use back on Earth. Temperatures, fuel levels
The best thing about X-Mas this year is the new camera. A little digital device I'll try out when I have some spare time ... what will be about never until the end of this year. There are too many other things that need to be done before the last rocket falls back down into our garden. So my last words for now are: Happy New Year everybody!