As a child I read illustrated books about asteroid starships. I dreamed of living in generation ships - islands of humanity in the void. And now I do.A cylinder is our artificial sun. Fields of grains feed us and replenish our oxygen. The asteroid's spin provides gravity. Imagine a multiracial Rockwell painting in space. We'll make a new world like in the books.
The books left out the undead horde writhing over the planet we left behind. The other ships have already succumbed, signals vanishing after a few transmitted screams.
Our ship is uninfected.
But oh God, am I hungry.
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