You refuse

"I'm not going to be your pet," you answer.

The woman withdraws her foot, and smiles.

"We will see if your stance is the same tomorrow," she says. With a swift motion, she turns back, walking in the sand to what seems like the middle of nowhere.

You stand idle for some time, contemplating on everything that happened. The water! The thought pops up in your mind then. You rush back to the cargo hold, where you store virtually all the reserves you have. And of course! You are left with only a couple gallons.

Food is something you could do without, even for an extended period. But water? In the middle of the desert?! That's the one thing that you will need no matter what. Otherwise it will only take a couple of days, and you will have **** but to volunteer up for slavery.

But is there any other option?

With no food, limited water and no telemetry data, the road to slavery seems all but laid out before you. Unless you find something. Using the maintenance tunnell, you climb up atop of the vessel, and you take a look around the area.

Only to see nothing but sand...

Sand...

And sand...

That woman had to go somewhere, you think to yourself. But you can find no trace of her trail. No matter how hard you look.

You stand there for some time, then you climb down to the bottom level. Wherever you might be, you have to walk way past the event horizon before you could find anything. But how far?

You count that you have two days before you get to the end of your water supply. And you know for a fact that in these circumstances even one day is enough for your body to stop to function. That leaves you with three days. Tops.

You could choose to head out now. In the relentless heat of the desert. As an alternative you could head out during the night. But do that, and it will be cold. Very fucking cold. The choice is yours!