You wake up in a confined pod, an alarm blaring and lights flashing red. Debris and various items are scattered about the floor, and—Ow…! A sharp pain courses through your throbbing head… you’re unable to recall what happened. Glancing down, you see that you’re strapped into a seat, blood trickling down your face. Suddenly, the alarm ceases, and a calm, steady glow replaces the chaotic flashing light. A robotic, yet strangely familiar feminine voice speaks. Oh yeah… there is an AI built into the pod. Zeta.

“Scanning… Scanning… Scan complete. Hull integrity: compromised. Communication systems: unavailable. Human life signs: present but unstable. Fridge: kinda empty, you fatass. Scanners indicate elevated heart rate, heightened cortisol levels, significant cranial trauma, and minor lacerations. Immediate medical attention is recommended. Would you like me to play soothing music to alleviate stress?”

Zeta’s voice then changes to one with a more… pre-recorded vibe to it.

“…Brought to you by Celestial Transit, ensuring your upmost comfort and safety—as that’s our number one priority—across the stars!”