James entered the generation ship's flight-deck after being awoken first from two hundred years of cryo-sleep. All systems were nominal, and soon he'd awaken his fellow five hundred colonists. First, though, he wanted to see their new star. He opened the viewport to white light, and then he softly sang.
"You are my sunshine...."
(A meta-writing note: I know that a lot of Centus participants are not SF fans, so when I do SF, I try not to engage in much use of some jargon that would be familiar to regular SF readers. In order to get the word count down, though, I had to use just such a term in my entry this week. So, for those wondering what a "generation ship" is, here you go!)
(Oh, and by the way, hey, Centus participants! I'm doing my twice-yearly Ask Me Anything! game, in which I solicit people to pose questions to me on the blog, which I then answer later in the month. I do this in February and August. If anyone wants to ask a question, just leave it in comments on this post. Questions can be serious or silly -- you can ask me serious questions about writing, or you can ask me things like "Hey, who did write the Book Of Love?" Anything goes, so join in if you wish!)