In Starship

— All systems of the spaceship in the normal, quietly sounded as if from everywhere a voice, obviously belonging to the computer, all vitals of the crew is normal. We are in the sphere of gravitational influence of the star HD85390. You've been cryogenically frozen for seven hundred and eighty-eight years, two months, and twelve days.
The space travelers looked at themselves convulsively and looked at each other with bulging eyes.
The little humanoid robot Fedor swam up to them and gave them each a bottle of water; that's what they wanted now, their throats were dry and their heads ached a little.
"We're alive..." said a man of European appearance with the name Jim on his badge and an expression of fear on his pale face.
- Come on?! a middle-aged, athletic blonde with the name Freya Andersen on her patch and a playful smile on her face said.
"I thought I wouldn't live to see it," added another European - looking man, Eduard.
— What year is it?" Deming Li, a tall, middle-aged Asian man, asked.
"On Earth, February thirtieth, three thousand four hundred and twelve," the onboard computer replied, " we have been flying for twelve hundred and ninety — five years, nine months, and eighteen days.
"I'd like to see where we are," said Stephen, a man in his thirties with a thick beard.
A staircase in the center led through the entire 28-meter-long module through meter-long openings in the partitions that formed the levels. One by one, the men made their way to the command Bay along the stairs, past two living levels with cabins, past a spacious room with a living room, kitchen, and exercise equipment. Everything looked like new, nothing had changed, as if people just got into their cryocapsules and immediately got out.
Once in the command compartment behind the power module with a nuclear power plant and a magnetic shield, where the instrument panels, eight crew seats in a circle, manual controls, many sensors and displays, Stephen said solemnly:
- Let's take a look at the beautiful creation of nature, where we were eager all these years!
"Open the telescope shield?" the on-Board computer said.
"Yes," said the captain, a man of sixty with a gray beard
One of the displays showed the flight path to the target, taking into account the maneuver being performed and the estimated time. For the purpose of the ball is taken HD85390f.
— I thought I was going to die!" Anthony complained.
— How far do we have to go?" Freya asked.
"More than a year, if we have time to slow down and get into orbit –" the captain replied, looking at the display where this information was displayed.
The crew members sat in their seats for a while, resting and looking at the display, as well as trying to make sense of what was happening.
The captain, after a while, said solemnly,
" well, gentlemen, I congratulate you!
"Only gentlemen?" Aminata, an African-looking woman, protested.
"And ladies," the captain added calmly