Time is like the pages of a book, with which we slowly turn from one to another. But it is an old book and, like my old childhood stories, pages go missing. What if some catastrophe caused whole chapters to disappear? Then we have stepped over oblivion to the setting of our civilisation. In 350 years, have we found the key to our survival? That's the question that haunts me now.
Entry in the log of the Raketnyladoch'ch Retvizan, Federal Russian Navy.