Observation of the Interstellar

         The first thing we noticed when we stepped out was darkness. Our eyes had grown accustomed to unnaturally bright fluorescence after weeks of relying on the cheap backup bulbs for a light source. Months? It became hard to tell after the time log broke down, the numbers behind the touch screen now half submerged in a luminous fluid none of us could attach a name to, the date in the corner erratically shifting from Wednesday to Thursday to Monday when we were lucky. Elliot tried to fix it in the beginning when the rest of us complained about the incessant buzzing of the monitor that eased its way into our dreams, but then he burnt his left hand on the circuitry. The resulting blister bubbled painfully and healed into a scar that covered the better part of his palm. He reassured us that the injury didn't hurt anymore, that it wouldn't get in the way of his training as a cadet back home. No one forgot the horror on his face when he could no longer bend his h...