Bosun’s log, starship Titanic, 2187, March 15.
Haven’t updated in a week. The rabbits have overrun the ship.
Today, the captain announced that we’ll let the dogs hunt them down.
Last week, I found a quiet brace of them that looked me in the eyes before they ran. I chased them down corridors, through hatches, blind into a dark room. There they hunched – eyes, eyes, eyes full of vicious intelligence the last thing I saw as they swarmed me.
I stood blindly on the bridge as the captain gave the order.
Me, I don’t think the dogs stand a chance.
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What? no cats aboard?!? ;) They’d eat the rabbit babbies in their nests — ha!