Early Riser

150 years into our journey, my hibernation pod malfunctioned, and I woke.

I attempted repairs, but didn‘t have the parts. So now I wander, I wait.

The view of the stars is magnificent, what I see no other human ever will, but what I watch most is you. Safe in your pod, asleep.

Who are you?

When you arrive I’ll be dead, there’s no food on this ship and even if there were, it’s a thousand years until you arrive at your destination.

I’m sad not to be joining you, but I wish you the best on your new world.