Among the Detritus

A new start. A new world to colonize. That’s what you were promised. Then the debris hit your ship hard. The AI couldn’t handle being thrown that far off course. You and everyone you knew were left drifting through space. The impact didn’t just damage the route systems. It knocked something loose in the ship’s AI. Somehow, it designated you as systems critical. So while power was cut from the “nonessential” stasis pods to preserve battery life, yours stayed active. Safe and sound. Frozen in the dark. Hundreds of years passed like that. You’re the only one left. Then The Detritus found you. Its captain. Its crew. You’re cargo, and the captains about to do inventory and open your pod up. Good luck. I hear cryo-sickness is gnarly.