126th Entry

March 22^nd, 2037

1555
Dear Space Diary

Preparations are going well for our departure.

This is largely because there’s nothing to prepare.

The St Mary is fully stocked. We’ve decided to take the big ship, even though we could all now fit in my ship and the Zubrin, given it’s just me, Mary, 3.0, and Bobo makes four. But due to extenuating circumstances for all of us (Mary doesn’t want to be all alone in a tiny ship while 3.0 and I are in the Zubrin; I don’t want to be all alone in the Zubrin with 3.0 while Mary is in the tiny ship; 3.0 can’t fly the tiny ship and wants to be and the Zubrin doesn’t have a self-changing dog litter tray), we all decided it would be best to take the larger ship.

Except for Bobo. Bobo will go where I tell him not to go.

Surprisingly, taking the larger ship means we have almost no work to do. It already is fully stocked with enough food to last the trip (the apples and kiwi fruit seem to have reappeared overnight, so obvious there’s some fancy tech working under the hood.

Or a massive refridgeration unit.

Or a really small kitchen. Presumably with a really small cook.

So, all we have to do is finish shutting down the facility.

…which we did yesterday.

So, all we have to do is figure out a way to get the clones to the city.

…which is to ferry them across in the St Mary.

So, all we have to do is…

Um…

All we have to do is go home.

…Wow. I feel like there should be fireworks or something.

“This computer says there’ll be a comet in a few days. Does that count?”

Close enough.

1630

“Ok, single file, single file, Marys. Let’s get you on in an orderly fashion.”

“Question, Mother Mary?”

“Don’t call me that. Yes?”

“You told us the atmosphere is toxic if you’re out in it for too long?”

“About half an hour, that’s right.”

“And you two are the only two in spacesuits?”

“Again, that’s right.”

“Then, all due respect, but screw single file. CHARGE!”

1700

Ship is full to the gills with Marys. They’re still fighting over bunks, which is a little odd as there’s about twice as many as we need (evidently the first batch of clones was a lot larger than this ‘mere’ 100ish) but at least it keeps them busy.

Mary 2.0 doesn’t get a bunk as she’s sadly still regrowing but is trundling around happily in her tank. Bobo seems to have taken a shine to her and follows her around everywhere, but I guess that could be his ironclad reverse psychology, given I told him specifically to leave her alone.

Seems we’re all set. Goodbye cloning facility, next stop, city.

1712

We ready, Mary?

“All set! Everyone is aboard and we’re primed for launch. Now I just press this button and –“

CLONES VERIFIED. AUTOPILOT ENGAGED.

“…panic.”