The endless abyss of space, the final frontier, the airless death trap where Sid was stuck floating. He had been in the same area for days, but no ship had picked up his distress beacon. A depressing warning light flashed just outside his field of vision, Sid only had one day to live. Once that time was up, she would suffocate, her corpse would freeze, and a scavenger would find her ship and use it as scrap metal. “Damn it!” She shouted at her HUD, “Fucking idiots at the station!” » Death had finally arrived, he didn't like being tricked and had chased Sid across six systems and several hundred years. No matter how far Recycle technology had advanced, the human brain still needed oxygen; otherwise, Death would intervene to kill. Even though dying was still on Sid's bucket list, she had wanted it to happen on her terms and not because of a top-notch mechanic. Slowly and aimlessly, Sid flipped the switch to record a captain's log. . Even when she was dying, she followed the regulations set by the Federation. A red light flashed and went out for me...