Day 491. It's amazing how dependent the human brain is on adequate consumption of animal proteins and fats. Since switching to a meat-based diet, I've noticed not only a restoration of my physical strength, but even a slight increase in my mental abilities. I have become more active and read faster, including textbooks — I am updating and supplementing my knowledge of physics, electrical engineering, and electronics, and I spend my free time working on various ways to improve the design of my compartment. A side effect of this is that I have begun to think more about myself and my situation.
I converted two more vacant cryocapsules for air regeneration and now suffer less from oxygen deprivation. Not to mention that my water supplies have been significantly replenished. Now, walking between the high-tech translucent coffins in the morning, I breathe deeply. I feel like the rightful master not only of this small world, but also of the world to which all these people are heading. After all, only I can decide which of them will reach the final destination.
Like many here, I have never been particularly religious, but the associations that arise are exclusively theological. Purgatory, through which souls can pass to reach paradise. But at least they have a chance. Will I ever get out of this hell? I doubt it. And the more I doubt, the more contempt I feel for these carefree, meaningless and uncomplaining pieces of meat.