Letter 7
Hi Bianca.
Well, it’s Day 26, and I suppose I should get you caught up on what’s been happening. Nothing of earth-shattering importance. No new space stations or anything, no encounters of any sort—although, since seeing what happened to that one station, our weapons drills have taken on a lot more importance. We don’t want to end up a gutted wreck like that, drifting alone in the cold of space. Someone attacked it, after all.
No, it’s all been small, quiet advances here. We actually named the ship. We’re making giant strides towards understanding the aliens’ language. We discovered something about why the ship was deserted.
Oh, and I lost my virginity. Sort of. I’m not completely sure. I mean, it kind of depends on your definition, right?
Well, you probably don’t want to hea
