Things are always better if you don’t experience them. They think we’re the lucky ones, living on the most advanced space station humanity has ever seen.

Such a beautiful view, too, expansive bay windows overlooking the stunning nebulas of the Star Nursery Dust Cloud. Yes, how fortunate are we?

We have a secret. The ship had a crew of 64, but they died of radiation poisoning.

We’re sealed in the ship, with only the artificial gravity and life support working, and must keep the station running until we can be rescued.

We await a second crew, and yet no one returns. Time grows shorter.

My name is Al. I have three days left.