Space Quest (Temp Title)

It had been a hard few years for me. I had lost the rest of my species to the plague (Which only I had been known to be immune to) and I had been in the ass end of the galaxy when it happened, meaning I didn’t have access to some of the better materials or ships. As luck would have it, I had been a worker at a dry dock mainly used for repairs and the only ship that was here had a broken warp core.

After my first few weeks of work, I had managed to fix up a repair bot (don’t even ask why they were all broken in the first place, curse you Jeniffer!) and then I set it to get to work on the rest of the repair bots. A week later I had a steadily growing supply of repair bots to help me fix up the old cruiser. With their help, the lifetime of work ahead of me was reduced to a mere few years as we barely had enough materials to fix up the warp core.

With this being a military model, it’s schematics we’re easily a step beyond my comprehension. I basically had to teach myself how it worked all the while hoping it didn’t blow up during testing. It took forever, but at the end I had a fully functioning millitary cruiser at my disposal. Having decided to leave this galaxy behind with my roughly 3 trillion dead relatives, I then retrofitted a cryopod in the medical deck for extra long term transport and put all the repair bots on standby.

After setting in the destination as the nearest galaxy, I hit go and strip down as I climb into my cryopod and wait for my new life to begin...

***Time Passes***

Waking up to the sound of hissing air and a severe chill in my bones, I get out of the cryopod as I say “Computer! Have we reached the destination? Or is there some kind of problem?”

“Negative, we have reached set conditions for your awakening.” The computer explains. Getting up on unstable legs, I sit on the edge of the cryopod for a minute before I stand up with more sure footing. Looking into a mirror I had set up for this very reason, I look over my healthy body to see that I am...