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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, click, releasing 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 camera flares.

In the compartment next to my pod I find. My glasses. 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.
The 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, but, for me, it is the greatest 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...
You should message me if
First messages are challenging. It needs to be interesting, reflect that you've read the bio, but not expect the recipient to remember what they put in the bio. It can't be as simple as Hey, Hi or S'up but it shouldn't be a treatise either. I've had many less than successful first messages, I wish you better luck.