Day... 40? No 41 the oxygen tank is cracked and air is leaking, I'm surviving on preserves.
I flew by a ship grave yard not long ago, even managed to salvage enough scrap to get the thrusters up and running again but I don't have enough fuel to go anywhere I'm barely surviving as it is right now.
At least that's what I thought until I saw a bright flash of light... they found me I was panicking, if they got there hands on me I'd surely be dead but I didn't have the fuel to escape fuck! I thought to myself by the time I had ran a full circle around my small room I was already aboard their ship. This wasn't good.
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shattered realities
Science FictionA science genius stranded in space teams up with a group of aliens on a quest to save earth. -Story discontinued-
