Fading away

As your eyes began to drift shut, you sensed that both your breathing and heartbeat were slowing. You were drifting into a deep, pleasant slumber, one from which you might never awake. Any concerns you'd had that this was not normal and might even be dangerous were rapidly dwindling. Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to wake yourself up.

You briefly thought you heard a voice nearby which said something about "assistance", but whoever it was seemed more and more distant. Dreams of the wonderful plant began to fill your mind. While the plant grew larger and larger, you seemed to shrink smaller and smaller until you were nothing a spec of dirt against it's root, which the plant eventually consumed. You couldn't move, and soon it seemed even your breathing and pulse had stopped. Whatever life you had left was fading quickly. Without blood flow, some of your organs would likely suffer irreparable harm within a few minutes.

It seemed ironic that you would survive the catastrophic crash of the Odyssey into the massive alien subspace junction only to wind up dying from contact with a seemingly harmless plant a few days later. Either you were extremely unlucky, or whatever divine forces oversaw your fate were being unusually cruel.

Your only hope now was a robot you'd just met earlier today. Was MPAD-24 able to determine that you were dying? Would it be able to react quickly enough to save you? Was that even within the capability of its programming? You tried to focus on those questions, but it was becoming more and more difficult. Several seconds passed. Maybe minutes now. Just try to hang on, you kept thinking. Just a little longer.