Specialists

Experts, Masters, And Other Things In Short Supply

A bright flash lights the void as a ship splits in two. Another implodes as its warp drive destabilizes. Don't worry, I'm not even involved. I watch the battle from afar, my ship orbiting a nearby moon. I drift unnoticed, waiting for the conflict to end.
I slide the steel shutter closed and lock it into place. I can't watch anymore. I'm getting anxious. The Eden should have finished them by now. What's taking them so long?
I walk down the painted halls of my ship, dodging the occasional dried brush and pallet. I pass my work feeling unimpressed. It's like the murals scream at me, each declaring their flaws regardless of how small or subtle they may be. The mural near the lounge is the loudest. It depicts Angel's on a field of red as if flying in the evening sun. Their faces are obscured and without form. I intended that, but apparently, now it's a problem. I just can't seem to get it right. Typical… wait.
I stop and rub my temples. I shouldn't say that. That's not me. When did I take my meds? Did I take my meds?
I enter my quarters and the sight seems to perfectly illustrate what's going on inside my head. Everywhere I look I see clutter and filth. Containers with crusted remains of food sit on the shelf, and others sit by my bunk… on my bunk. It's claustrophobic, my head being so full of thoughts it gets hard to breathe. I sigh as I navigate the room. When I enter the bathroom I can't help but groan, chastising myself for letting it get so bad. My toiletries remain buried under brushes and empty bottles of soap. Cosmetics litter the counter, along with data drives and other items that really shouldn't be so close to water.
I scan the counter, then the shelves. I look to the floor and there it is. I reach down and pick up a steel cylinder, a medicine bottle. I smile, but it fades as I give the bottle a gentle shake. Empty.
"Damn it," I scream, throwing the bottle down. The bottle bounces up and onto the shower floor on the other side of the bathroom. I forgot again. Why am I like this?
My head starts reeling. It feels as if it might implode. I was doing so well. Why did I have to stop? Once upon a time, I got mad when someone asked if I had taken my meds. I'd probably still be mad, but at least I wouldn't screw up this bad nearly as often. My thoughts are already betraying me. Lazy, worthless, and other less savory words come to mind. I’ve heard them so many times before. Maybe they’re right... No. Stop.
I press myself against the wall behind me. How could I let this happen? The tears well up in my eyes and I brush them away. I can fix this. It's okay. I catch the sight of my cot and it beckons me to creep under the covers. I'm safer there. Why not? Im exhausted and could use the rest. Then again, if I lay down, I won't be getting up.
Okay. I'm too far away, so I can't make a quick stop to refill the bottle. I just need to make another batch.

I've been out in the void for a while now and I'm starting to notice a misconception others have about humanity. Out here, many would call us a rising star. Some claim we're slowly working our way out of a long dark age. This couldn't be further from the truth.
Our infrastructure collapsed when we left earth, and it's been a smoldering pile of rubble ever since. To accomplish anything of note, we need to get enough people on board. There are so few of us left that it took nearly the entire population to get the dry docks working in Caydie's Cradle. We don't even have a means of establishing infrastructure. Just look at our education system.
To truly thrive, we need a way to share information. The archive has massive amounts of data. My father, The Archivist sifts through it at a constant rate. Since the archive opened to the public, his attention has been divided. While educating to the best of his knowledge, he loses processing power and time, leaving information out of reach. You can't teach what you don't know. In other words, we have no education system.

Education

When what remained of humanity found Safeharbor, the arks carried the best we had to offer; engineers, physicists, doctors, you name it, we had it. As refugees made their way to our new home, this pool of knowledge grew smaller with every boost to our population. Many who came to this planet on dilapidated ships lacked the skills and knowledge needed to help. They were cooks, receptionists, factory workers. While vital for the world to function, they didn't add much to solve the problem.
That was a long time ago, and we've done our best to counter it. STEM education is widespread and now considered common knowledge, but this only gets you so far. The closest thing to a school or university we have is The Wayfarer training facility, which only teaches what Wayfarers need to do their job, a Jack of all trades kind of education.
Specialists, those who are truly experts in their field, offer seminars and reach out for assistants to teach in exchange for employment, but given how few the earth-born humans are, their number dwindles. The only way to specialize in any field and further one's education is to be lucky enough for someone to teach you or to do it yourself.

A long road

I spent so much time locked away in the archive. Everything I learned only led to more information I needed. You can stumble upon textbooks, lecture notes, practice quizzes, and syllabi used by educators on earth sometimes but even then you're out of your depth.
You learn at your own pace, which varies, but eventually, you have to apply that knowledge. The information is free but learning isn't going to get you fed. We have currency, but it's easier to barter on Safeharbor, and you have nothing to bring to the table apart from what you know.
Once I found the right information, I was able to learn the process of actually making medicine. I learned to synthesize chemicals from plants and crafted my own equipment to make the task easier. I learned how to master the chemical reactions, form the slurry, and condense it into pills. Eventually, I even learned how to artificially produce these chemicals, increasing effectiveness and decreasing cost. It's a long road to travel and most won't make it.