Introduction

Hello James, we are happy to hear that after 50 years of silence, that the planet Earth is still alive. You requested log entries from several of our founder members. I have done my best to put them in chronological order.

Bandwidth for this transmission as you know is limited, so I will follow this broadcast with another one.

Log of Richard Byron: Earth Date: 5-28-2050.

Start of Log

My parents, brother and I have arrived and started to settle into our new quarters upon the Earth Ship Sol-2500. My parents have suggested to me and my brother that we keep logs of what happens to us during our trip.

“Your children and grandchildren may find it of interest, ” my Mom said.

Children?!, Grandchildren?!, I'm a 10 year old boy. I think she's a little ahead of herself, but anyways I have nothing to loose, and maybe I'll find some use for these at some point.

At 7:00 am, I waked up, due to my parents making a lot of noise downstairs. I sleepily went downstairs. My parents were busy getting furniture ready to be put in the moving van.

“Well there you are sleepy head,” my father said as he saw me coming down the stairs. “The kitchen still has enough stuff unpacked for you to make yourself some cereal, make yourself some, and then finish packing your room.”

I went into the kitchen, had breakfast, and then hurried up to my room to finish packing it. Anything that was left behind would be sold at auction, so I had to make sure that anything I wanted to bring with me was on the transport.

I paused for a moment to look into my bedroom mirror. At that time my hair was a dark brown. As my gaze continued downward, observing his flat and firm stomach. then onward to my penis and testicles, a smirk played across my lips as I recalled what happened in the Doctor's office during my pre-flight physical.

“Patient has entered stage two on the Tanner Scale, “ his doctor said into the report recorder.

“What's the Tanner scale?”, I interrupted.

The Doctor stopped the recording, and turned to him. “The Tanner scale is a way of seeing how close you are to being able to have children of your own, by just looking at your body.” At the time I felt very proud to hear that news, I couldn't wait to tell Carl what I had been told.

“That's the last of it Dad,” I yelled down the hall, as I put the last of my books into the move box.

My Mom came down the hall, “If your all done packing, why don't you go see if Carl needs any help.” The last box started moving down the hall, going toward the moving van. I looked over to my bed, that now only had my clothes laying on it.

“To bad we'll still have to wear clothes for a while on the ship,” I said.

“Well it won't be for to long, Dear. We'll be outside of the Sol system rather quickly,” my Mom replied. She then turned and left the room, headed back down the hall.

I decided that before putting the clothes on to take a shower, I had gotten rather hot with all the moving.

After the shower I went back to my room, and put my shorts on. As I pulled my shirt over his head, I left his bedroom headed for downstairs. “I have my phone with me,” I yelled as I left the house. I went down the street to my new brother's house Carl. He, had been bounced between foster homes for most of his 11 years. He started hanging out with me and my parents when we met in the first grade. Just the previous night, the adoption of Carl had gone through.

“Hi Bro,” Carl said as he opened the door for me. They headed downstairs to his basement bedroom. Being bounced around as much as Carl had, he never had much. In this house, he shared the room with a younger son of his foster parents.

I believe his name was Sam,he was about eight years old and had dishwater blonde hair. He was laying on his bed as Carl and I came into the room. He was busy reading a book. As they entered the room, he looked up briefly from his book and asked in a sarcastic voice, “So there's the two space faring nudies. All ready to go off and leave the planet for those of us who aren't crazy?”

At the moment only wearing underwear. We pretty much ignored him, he was pretty much spoiled by his parents, and enjoyed attempting to make fun of us.

Carl and I each grabbed one of his boxes. Most of his possessions had already been moved out, these were the last two boxes that contained items he would need before the move day. As we headed upstairs, his foster-mother was there. She looked at Carl and said, “Is that the last of it, Carl?”

“Yep, I think so, everything else has been moved to the Byron's transport,” Carl replied.

“Well, take care of yourself,” she said as she opened the door for us her voice was that of concern and sadness. When we got a few steps away from the house we heard the door close and then lock.

As we were walking down the street, my phone began to ring. “Hi Mom” I said into the receiver. “Yes, we just left Carl's old house,” I replied to her question. “We'll be home in just a couple of minutes .... ok bye,.” and with that I turned off the phone.

A few minutes later, we were at home just getting ready for our last dinner in the only house I had known. The door bell rang. I slipped on the pair of shorts I had next to the front door, and then answered the door.

On the other side, was Charlie. A new kid in the neighborhood. He was really good at baseball, as well as other sports. He always wore a blue baseball cap, and blue clothing. “I hear you are also leaving on the transport Eden,” he said.

“Yes, I am,” I replied, while it wasn't a huge secret wasn't something that my family and I went around advertising as our group was largely looked down upon.

“Good, so am I,” he replied. “Do you think you could come out and join us at the rock climbing park?” he asked.

My Mom, came up behind the door. “Rich, we are on one of the first transports. We'll be leaving here for the ship at 7:00,” she said.

“Oh ok, “ Charlie replied. “I guess I'll see you on the ship then.” And with that he walked off. I closed the door, and went back to eating.

An hour after dinner, we were at the space-port center for our area. It was a large building, with many different transports coming and going constantly. Most of the people were military personnel. There were also a few high class people who were going to their vacation homes on the moon.

At the back of the building was where we were to report to. Gate ZF-3 I believe it was called. My Dad had to flash the transport papers to one of the soldiers to be allowed near the gate. I hadn't realized it before, but there were many people who was opposed to our group. The Gate Room was surrounded with armed military forces.

When we got there, their were several dozen families already there. There was a line several families long. I didn't recognize the people who were in front of us.

We had to first stop at the check-in desk. My Dad gave the person there our transport papers. “Let me pull you up in the computer,” the man at the stand said. I recall he was tall and looked as if he must work out constantly. He didn't appear to be someone who would be phased by much.

“Ah yes, here we go, “ he continued after a brief delay. “The Byron family. Four people, two minors and two adults. Here the four of you need to put these on.” With that he put four identity bracelets on the desk. “I would suggest you and your family stay in the Gate Room, we have had several threats on this launch, “ he said.

After we put on the identity bracelets, my parents went to talk to some of the other parents. I went off to see if I could find any of my friends. I had never realized it before but, people look very different with clothes on. Many of them I had known as far back as I could recall, but I still had problems in recognizing them.

Thirty minutes after we had arrived, the person behind the check in table left his post. A few seconds later we heard his voice over the loud speaker for the room. “Corporals, group A-3 has been confirmed, secure the doors.” I saw some of the soldiers move from where they had been standing and close the doors to the Gate Room.

The room had gotten quite crowded, and now with the doors closed it was quickly getting stuffy. Fortunately we didn't have to wait long for the next set of doors to open. “If you will all take the tunnel to the transport we can get you going to your new home,” said the man over the loudspeaker.

We went down the tunnel, and entered the shuttle to take us to the ship. It was a rather large people-mover shuttle. There had to have been at least 200 people in the room, and this shuttle fit them all rather easily.

The flight stewards came out, and gave us emergency instructions in case there was some kind of accident. I listened with half of an ear, transports almost never have accidents while leaving the atmosphere. There was a slight jolt, as the ship lifted off the ground.

After about 20 minutes, the portals showed the blackness of space above us. We leveled off, and then on the forward screen, we could see the Sol-2500. I also then noticed we were surrounded by other transports, also headed toward the ship.

Ten minutes later, we were on the ship. As we stepped off the transport, they gave us all electronic keycards to access our quarters on the ship. The identification bracelets seem to be more than just identification bracelets, but at this point not sure what else they do, besides also open our quarters.

Well I'm tired now, been a long day, and its about 10:30pm now. Night.

End of Log.