For 100,000s of years, the Generation ship had been traveling through the galaxy. Generations upon generations had lived, died, and warred on her. Earth, their supposed origin - was now more myth than reality. However, Captain Palmer felt he was nearing something. His hand quivered over the green TRANSMIT button. He couldn't believe they had got this far... the log data chronicled all the strifes and troubles that had befallen the vessel since THE LAUNCH. The log was not even required reading anymore as it would take many lifetimes to get through. A fastidious group of men called The Keepers had extracted choice works from the Log and fashioned it in to an easier-to-read 3000 page tome, they called the Bible. Captain Palmer didn't know if it mentioned this particular destination.
Sweat brimming on his brow, he pressed the button. "This is the good-ship Descartes, a generation ship from Earth. We picked up a signal here. Over."
There was a crackle over the waves... and a reply was heard.
"This is Hutton Orbital. Would ye be wanting some mugs?"