All is fine here on planet Florida. Nothing at all wrong. The crew is amazing. There’s no reason to suspect them of anything. Even if they have access to Discovery’s systems and, through some combination of sheer accident and coincidence, compromise my transmission to Starfleet and begin reading this very log entry which, of course, reports nothing out of the ordinary…
Captain’s Log, Stardate 11032018 We’ve reached the area of space from where the distress signal was transmitted and uncovered a thin sliver of civilization surrounded on all sides by a restless void. An almost soothing presence, it is hard to… Read More ›
We’re travelling this weekend, so there won’t be another captain’s log entry for Discovery. Fleeing southward from some consistent freezing temps, we’ll be headed to the Florida panhandle in the wake of hurricane Michael. Assuming our reservations remain intact, we’ll… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 090818 Late last week we entered orbit around a lush, wet world known to the native populations as Blue Earth. Disappointingly, the soil is of the brown variety and not blue as advertised, but it is still… Read More ›
Toughest job on Discovery at the moment likely belongs to our communications officer. As mentioned, we aren’t on perpetual vacation. We still need some way to pay for this adventure plus our recent graduate’s college tuition. To make that happen, we… Read More ›
Throughout this process I had intended to take pictures and, ambitiously, even considered a video. What I ended up with was one very drab photo which is probably for the best. (I’m not sure our antics overlayed with a sustained censor BLEEEEEEEEEEP would’ve been all that useful.)
Sure, you can resist the winds of change, but even that will transform you…
RUSS LINTON 