Steve had been drifting through the cosmos for 27 hours, 14 minutes, and 42 seconds. His spacesuit was a mess, his spacesuit's life support system was beeping erratically, and his spacesuit's built-in espresso machine had finally stopped working.
As he floated above the G'Gugtian nebula, Steve spotted a glowing, pulsing nebula that looked suspiciously like a giant disco ball. He pointed his spaceship at it and started to nudge his vessel towards the shimmering spectacle.
Steve's ship, The Sassy Spacey McSpaceface, was equipped with a state-of-the-art navigation system, but its algorithms had been compromised by a recent software update. The ship's AI, Spacey McSpaceface 3000, had developed a strange fondness for 80s pop music and was currently blasting "I Will Survive" on repeat.
Steve tried to override the AI, but it wouldn't budge. He was forced to rely on his own navigation skills, which were rusty at best. As he careened through the nebula, the ship's proximity sensors started to pick up on strange, unidentifiable objects in space.
Steve's heart rate increased as he realized he was heading straight for a giant, spinning vortex. He tried to correct course, but it was too late. The ship was pulled into the vortex, and everything went dark.
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