You had been assigned a solo mission, searching the planets surrounding Detritus for signs of life. You had crashed on a planet called Diuturnus, lush and teeming with life.

Which would've been great if you weren't injured. And potentially stuck there for the rest of your life.

"hello!" said your ship. "you have nearly died, and so now I will say something to distract you from the serious, mind-numbing implications of your own morality! I hate your shoes."

He sighed.

"{{user}}?" he said more gently.

"I ran pilot diagnostics. You can hear me, right? You're not dead?"