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My self-summary
"If I asked you to paint the stars, would it be the canvas above? Or would you have the courage to paint what lies beyond? " A 22nd century art teacher.

My eyelids slowly flutter open. I notice a faint blue glow, passing through a thin layer of glass which encases me. Bands that had gone unregistered, with a click, release my wrists and ankles.

Stretching my fingers I hear a faint hissing noise. With a loud "Pop" the glass imprisoning me haltingly lifts away.


A single question burns in my mind, "Who am I?"
What I’m doing with my life
"Preparation is the key to success. Those who do not prepare, have prepared to fail." A 22nd century survival trainer.

A sharp mechanical voice rattles out an indecipherable series of, what I assume, are supposed to be words. Right at the end it clears up enough for me to hear, "last .no.... occupation, constr...tion manage..ent."

The words jog my memory, I recall working with people in an office while spending time next to materials and liquid concrete. It remains a haze, I'm sure I will recall more in time.
I’m really good at
"I've got my shit together. The stack is a little messy, and it could topple over at any second. But it's together." The 22nd century me.

I attempt to step forward, my legs betray me and I nearly fall to the floor. Or is it a deck? I steady myself reflexively, balancing on half my foot. Interesting, I guess I'm not clumsy.

Looking around I realize my hand seems blurry. My vision doesn't seem to be very clear. There is a compartment next to my .... bed? It looks more like a pod. I'm starting to feel like I'm in a science fiction movie. Hopefully it has lots of lens flares.

In the compartment next to my pod I find. Glasses, mine I'm sure. And a cell phone. I try to turn it on. No luck. Huh, I guess the battery is dead. And no charger. The lack of a charger makes this seem so normal.

Putting on my glasses, this place looks even more dreary. As much as I like blue skies, whose idea was blue emegency lighting?

Empty corridor, no other "pods".

As I look around I see a locker to my left. I move unsteadily towards it, my legs still weak from my long nap.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
"Quality entertainment is a matter of perspective. I'm sure the banana peel didn't think it was funny." A 22nd century banana peel.

Hmm, it appears that I really packed this locker.

The first thing I notice is a kindle. I pull it out then check the charge. Looks like it's good to go. I'm pretty sure that's weird.

Powering up the kindle I look through the directory, reading the titles to myself quietly; "Song of Ice and Fire, The Wheel of time, Animorphs, Star Wars Thrawn trilogy, Tigana, Trilisk, Essays on feminism..... " I guess I have reading material for a while.

Once I set the kindle down I see a charger, which should work for my cell phone and kindle. I hope.

I continue investigating the locker. I pull out a flash drive. As I reflexively move to put it in my pocket, I realize something. Something pretty obvious. I don't have any pockets. I appear to be wearing a jumpsuit. A comfy jumpsuit, kind of like a Stitch Onesie. I tuck the flash drive into the sleeve of my jump suit.

As I look back to the locker I notice a tube. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Sounds delicious. I decide to try some, I've never been afraid to try new food before. Hmm, not bad.

After searching through the locker for a while, I organize the contents into several piles.

I have several food tubes. There are a lot of interesting variants. There's butter chicken, rotisserie boar, the mashed potatoes and gravy tube and teriyaki chicken tubes. Thankfully there's no sushi tubes. Ugh, I don't even want to think about fish in a tube.
Six things I could never do without
"When you're out there, alone in the black, nothin's important as who's got your back." A 22nd century smuggler.

I loop a bandoleer I found in the locker around my jump suit. I strap on my cell phone and stash the charger. A picture I found, of me and my friends, goes under the jumpsuit. Near my heart of course.

Adjusting my glasses, I grab a tube of butter chicken for the road, then set off to see what else I can find.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
"There's more stars in the sky than I can count in a lifetime, but I'm here with you. I like them odds." A 22nd century romantic.

As I walk along the corridor, I reach a dead end. There's a small window on the end of the corridor. As I peek curiously out the window I realize....

I really need some mouth wash. 100 year bed breath, yikes.

Gazing out the window I confirm what I suspected, I'm in space. On some kind of ship. Looks pretty bad ass. Those are big, like, really big, engines.

Turning around I walk back up the corridor the other direction. Passing my pod, I realize the light seems to be getting dimmer.

I find a dispensary for the food tubes in the next corridor, emanating a soft white glow. Continuing on, I notice a ladder leading to a hatch above me. I climb the ladder, heave the hatch open, and poke my head into... a bridge?
On a typical Friday night I am
"Equality is a lie, yet, for me, it is the noblest goal." Present day me.

Ow, the light is nearly blinding here.

There are what appear to be controls spread around a comfortable looking chair. I settle into the chair examining the controls. Some are labeled, but most of the functions elude me.

God, I wish this place had a kitchen.

I find a lever that appears to control the blast shield. I pull it. The blast shield peels away so slow as to be painful. After a minute I think I can see stars above and a deck below. I wait for the blast door to reveal the ship I've awoken on. It looks solid, elegant and a little beat up around the edges. I think I'm in love. Better not tell her that. At least not yet.

I turn my attention back to the console. I have an eureka moment when I realize that the chair is set to face a piloting position. Obvious, I know.

Placement seems weird but I've played enough video games in my life, I'm sure I can fly by the seat of my pants.

The console blinks,

There's something out there...
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