Graolite she scribbled in to her journal. ‘That's the dream you had?’ she asked him?
‘Yea,’ he dangled his hand down from the bunk on top of hers. She reached up and squeezed it. ‘The ship said it's going to make it farther than it thought we could - generations! Every generation ‘ll have a different genetic profile. The ship said it's going to engineer our food to maximize our nutrition, but to simultaneously extract as many minerals as possible. The furnace, it called it Fornax, is going to synthesize new materials, updating the ship with our raw materials, as we travel.’ He squeezed her hand back.