The ship is great, in every sense of the world, but the last few weeks have been difficult. The rocking of the ship seemed impossible but the storms going on right now are sui generis. I have had to spend most of my days taking care of you. It all started with your seasick non-stopping vomit, followed by general digestive problems, until finally the flu got the best of you. You’ll probably keep nothing but a vague memory of lost days but now you are fine and I can rest my mind surfing on the waves of my memories, on how we got here and how this all started.
The task of starting it all was a venture on its own; of course they assigned me a big office, albeit the mere thought of sitting down was lunatic daydreaming on those days. The time constrains were very precise, the work of Dr. Smith as I was told.
The whole project in its immensity was, therefore, both the cruising into the development of the utterly unknown and the meeting of a long before predicted schedule of a mysterious mastermind who had never been around nor had any clear idea of our undertakings. Nobody seemed daring enough to challenge the possibility that a misallocated number could have messed with the equations of this evidently acclaimed prophet. To the best of my understanding they were clear enough to be unjustly dismissed as the work of a mere lunatic; the worst part being how well they predicted progress of it all.
Situations added up and, I have to admit it, working under such conditions translated into insufferable frustration for me. You see, throughout my youth I had seen myself as a creative mind, a maverick, owner of my own perspective, capable of transforming my surroundings and this project started feeling as if we were following a script. To be completely honest with you my dear grandson, I found the whole notion preposterous; or at least I did for the two-seconds-a-day during which I had time to think about it. My guts would suddenly boil, my face would turn red as the April sunsets and my general desire to simply hit someone embarked me into unsettling general behavior. I felt underappreciated, up to that point in my life I had never seen myself as just another brick in the wall; but in a way, I was.
Eventually, I was content to portray the project as being some kind of cornerstone, in place to complete the structure of what our society had come to be. This notion has a corny side to it, but that is what it was, or what it was predicted to be; and clearing your mind from the nuisance of self contemptuous deprecation has a value beyond compare. I had then a clear mind to focus on the importance of the endeavor, on the actionable thinking, the freshening of ideas, the daring of concepts, the guidance of this little city of science and engineering to the safe port of success. The accomplishment of the bigger purpose that brought us here, where we can relish the hope for restoration and a wholesome future. The future which you will be in charge of building, just as I was in charge of giving it a chance for existence.
Hasta cuando..?