Audio Clip #7 “Last week our golden gods left us. No more ceremonies, no more dancing, no more singing. Morale has wavered but not broken. For most of us at least. Actually, it feels like a haze has been lifted… as if the weeks of chanting with and praising those fluorescent beings were a dream. Gamma Draconis looms larger and larger on our horizon, metaphorically speaking. We are all focused on the advent of starting a new life there. Of honouring our past lives as well. Of honouring Dave. How could I have forgotten him so easily before…” * Captain Sheffield does not speak for a few seconds and audibly wrings her hands. “A haze… a dream.” *here there is a knock on the cabin door, and Captain Sheffield speaks briefly with a crewmate. Audio is muffled and inaudible. Captain Sheffield returns to the recording after 1 minute and 15 seconds. “That was Jorge. He’s worried about Liz. She has not been doing so well since our golden gods left us. Where the others have begun focusing...
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