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The glitter of comet dust hasn't quite settled yet; even through the station's reinforced windows, the remnants of the comet shimmer like a celestial afterthought. There's a strange nostalgia to it, a reminder of Earth's vibrant celebrations back when I was a kid glued to news feeds. It feels like a lifetime ago, another world.
Here at Anderson, though, the reality bites hard. The hydroponics bay finally sputtered back to life this morning, a symphony of whirring pumps and gurgling water that felt like a victory march. But it's a fragile victory. Engineering warned me the nutrient mix is running low, and the jury's still out on how long the jury-rigged parts will hold.
The murmurings are getting louder. I can't blame them. We're all feeling the pinch. Rations are tighter, news updates from Earth are a trickle of bad weather reports and resource shortages; it feels like the world down there forgot about us, or worse, doesn't care.
Tonight, during dinner, I saw the flicker of fear in young Diego's eyes. We all try to maintain a facade of normality, but she's barely past her teens, this all shouldn't be falling on her shoulders.
It's a captain's job to inspire hope, even when it feels like the future's on life support. I need a plan. Maybe it's time to dust off the old salvage protocols. We might not have cutting-edge tech, but Anderson's built on the ingenuity of our ancestors, the trailblazers who dared to reach for the stars in the first place. They didn't have shiny new ships, but resourcefulness and a whole lot of gumption.
Maybe that's what we need now; maybe by revisiting past solutions, we can carve out a future for ourselves. It won't be easy, but then again, nothing worthwhile ever is.
Later tonight, I'm calling a crew meeting. We can't dwell on the past, but we can learn from it. We'll brainstorm, strategize, and remind ourselves why we're all here – to push the boundaries, not let them cage us in. We may be in a rusty old can circling a desert-dry Earth, but by damn, we'll make this outpost our home, and a beacon for those who dare to follow.