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Our Pre-programmed journey down to Wulf 3 Base went perfectly. Our lander docked with the fabricated landing pad and airlock first time - the matter mined by the fabricator on Wulf 3 dovetailing with everything we brought with us.

Erring on the side of caution, we chose to stay suited during transition from the lander to Wulf 3 Base. Our inbuilt oxygen recyclers were good for days, should there be anything wrong with the air composition here. Literally every single test we could throw at Wulf 3 had come back as a pass. The air here scored better than Pre-industrial revolution earth for purity, but the boys back home urged us to stay on the bottles for now.

I've got this weird memory from when I was a kid, my parents sent me over to our neighbours house while they were out of town to feed their cat, or water their plants, something like that. Opening their door and stepping into that unfamiliar territory all alone gave me this odd dizzying sensation. It was such a strange thrill, which I'd completely forgotten about until taking my first step from the safety of our lander into the crisp untouched interior of Wulf 3 base. That tingling buzz and rush of excitement flooded back the instant the airlock cycled open. We were the only people who had ever set foot on this entire planet! Sure the architecture was pure Earth basic walls, floor and ceiling, but... holy cow, an alien world!

We spent the best part of an hour getting acquainted with the base. We knew the layout already, given that it was a standard print used everywhere - you need a lab in the arctic? send a drone with a fab, print, done. First bases on the moon? send, print. done. Basically a home from home at this point, so really all we needed to do was check it for holes, pull out the beds and get comfy. It wasn't long before we got the okay to get out of our suits and breathe the local - albeit still 100% lab-grade conditioned air.

We stood in a circle daring eachother to be the first to unclip their helmet. We all knew we were safely backed up with our Patterns still active aboard the Orbital, should anything go wrong, exploding heads, bursting lungs etc but still, it was nerve-wracking, like jumping out of a plane with a parachute for the first time, your lizard brain is screaming "DON'T!". Okay maybe not quite the same, but I digress.

Nobody collapsed, went pop, nobody even sneezed. Another box ticked on the safety list for the boys back home. Now we could really get comfortable.

With all systems checked and tested, we fired up the organic fabricators to stock up the pantry and set the table for our first meal on Wulf 3 before bed. Satisfied with the environment, we initiated the transfer of our Patterns from the Orbital to Wulf 3 Base.

Tomorrow we go outside!

Nighty Night!

-Cas

ADDENDUM - FORGE SYSTEM LOG

PATTERN RECEIVED: CLOSE, CASIDY - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING

PATTERN RECEIVED:  SIMS, KATY - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING

PATTERN RECEIVED:  MATHER, GRACE - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING

PATTERN RECEIVED:  KINNEAR, DAMON - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING

LOOP CHECK CYCLE: ACTIVE - PATTERNS:4 - OPEN:4

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 Last night we died.

Today we woke up in another solar system. After confirmation that our Patterns were present and not corrupted in the Forge System's hard drives aboard the Wulf Orbital, our Patterns here were "disabled" (picture a technician changing .pdf to .wtf and you get the idea).

At that point, as far as the universe is concerned, the only place our patterns technically existed were millions of miles away aboard a space station hurtling around a planet that no intelligent life had ever visited.

With the Forge reporting "ready" for the three of us, we were sedated and euthanized. Aboard the Orbital, Pattern completion was achieved and printing began automatically. Several hours of printing later, we awoke in orbit of Wulf 3.

The Wulf system had been chosen due to its almost identical planetary layout to Humanity's home solar system - A yellow dwarf star, orbited by 7 planets, the third of which was positioned a mere 20 million kilometres closer to its sun. Still within the habitable zone, breathable atmosphere, liquid water... no life. The perfect place for curious humans to go poking around.

So here we are, freshly baked and ready for our next journey - to Wulf 3's surface. Rather than redeploying via Forge, we'll be taking a lander down to the surface. Our "save point" now set as the Orbital, should we run into any surprises on the way down. For now though, we're resting and filling up our new bodies with the finest printed nutrients. Resurrection really takes it out of you. 

If all goes well, my next update will be from the surface of another wooooooorld! Exciting!

Here's something awful to ponder til then... if the same system that printed me, printed all of my food, does that make me a cannibal? 

Great, I've given myself the heebie jeebies now.

Love you bye!

-Cas

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 PRESS CONFERENCE TRANSCRIPT - MICHAEL WERNER, 07 DECEMBER 2028

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, good evening, welcome to the Forge Institute. My name is Michael Werner, you'll no doubt be more familiar with my colleague, geneticist Kate Sams. It will soon become clear why I am introducing this press conference rather than Kate.

For many years, our work here has delivered incredible advances in the field of organ and limb transplantation. With the discovery and development of The Forge we effectively tore up and rewrote what it meant to replace damaged and missing tissue with the ability to print and graft perfectly compatible organs, tissue and indeed entire limbs from a patient's own genetic code.

Our most recent discovery, borne from tragedy, will again change everything.

Kate Sams and her team have, for some time, been further expanding The Forge, as a tool to remove and rebuild in-place, giving surgeons the ability to repair patients' damaged limbs and organs right there on the operating table. no more transplants, no more lengthy rehabilitation. Limb amputation and replacement would become a streamlined one-procedure process. Simply scan the patient and the forge gets to work rebuilding what's broken.

During a routine calibration, Kate left the lab while The Forge analysed and scanned the sample genetic pattern - her genetic pattern. It was during this brief moment when tragedy struck. Kate slipped atop the stairwell and fell. The fall was significant, severe and unfortunately fatal. Kate was mercifully killed instantly.

Ladies and Gentlemen please, settle down and please, please understand and forgive my apparent coldness.

I feel it's poss-Please! No questions yet! Please under- Okay. I think it's best I hand over to a colleague now. Please welcome to the stage... Kate Sams. 

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It looks like today's the day! Confirmation signal was picked up from the orbital early this morning. The Lander is pinging back a nice healthy set of stats and Hab printing appears to be underway!

It has been decided that we'll be deployed to the orbital first, rather than trusting the Forge System that dropped with the lander. There's nothing in the data that suggests any damage... but I think they want some fresh eyes (pardon the pun) in a controlled environment before we start printing bodies from unconfirmed matter...

Hey I guess once we do deploy on Wulf, that would make us extra-terrestrials, technically?

I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty nervous. This isn't my first redeployment, but its a new world record for distance!

And if anything does go wrong they can just kill me and redeploy me back here... Fuck.

It'll be fine. I'm fine. It's all fine.

Okay! Enough worrying, see you all in SPACE!

-Cas