Seeing as how the only woman who lives on this boat is my sibling, I’ve had some concerns with the possibility that I may truly never actually have sexual contact in my lifetime.

Sure, our journey ends in a few years, but frankly, we don’t know what is on the other side of that wormhole. Preliminary reports from jump ships that launched centuries ago reported habitability, but that was it. They launched our generational ship almost immediately after receiving the barest of confirmation, and here we are.

It’s not like I have a problem with this, I mean I’m not upset or anything. I don’t really have any understanding or awareness of what life could otherwise be. All I’ve known is this ship, and the general solitude. I’ve poked through some of the logs in the past, and it seems as though our kind have run into other species, but generally speaking, we’ve been an isolated bunch for at least the last 240 cycles or so. Which means that it is truly possible that the company I am with are truly the last Kona I will ever see, for the rest of my life.

Which, yeah. It kind of sucks. I’ll never get to experience a relationship with my own kind, unless I suddenly get the hots for Flint, or Veronica and I have a really awkward heart to heart when we both come to the realization that we’re the only Kona we’ll ever know.

Generally, my solution has been to masturbate. Thankfully, with a ship this empty, it’s really hard to get caught.

Captain O’Connor