Monologues

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Sometimes I feel like I am already part of the ship.
Together we make our way through space, drifting among the stars far beyond any chance of redemption.
She is my only friend in this hushed silence and eternal solitude.

I have lost track of how long I have been here. Weeks, months, years. It's all the same to me now.
Surely, the corridors are now so familiar to me that I could find my way through the ship with eyes firmly shut.
The hours are long and I have trouble finding sleep amidst the loneliness this place is haunted with.