Well, what do you think? Not meant to be totally serious, nor be totally realistic, nor even really to make sense. Enjoy!
“Prepare for a hyperspacial acceleration!” shouted The Chief’s voice over the speakers he hung onto all day. Dug sighed. Everyone sighed. One of them would have to shut the window. Of course it wasn’t open, with them being in outer space and all, but the shutters were open to give a view at the stars. The weirdness of hyperspace messed with people’s heads, so you had to shut the shutters. No one could be bothered. It was normal.
Everyone, sat safely with eyes screwed shut, waited impatiently. A massive shudder ran through the ship, and a distant explosion in the engine room heralded that all was fine again. Everyone opened there eyes to the pitch blackness of space. Everyone sighed again. Dug noted that the whir of the air recyclers was gone. The air would get stale in a couple of days now.
“Who’s got the remote?” Tayla asked from somewhere off to the left. A click sounded from in front, and then the TV came on. The light of the screen let everyone see… a little. “That was the same as happened last time, wasn’t it?” Tayla said after a moment of thinking.
Gontz nodded. “Sure was; one of the power supplies melted its wires and blew up. We need to use bigger ones with the next one we put in.
Dug sat back and watched TV. Thank god this thing had a separate power supply of its own. No one would ever know what exactly the program was though; some weird thing in a language no one aboard could understand. At least as far as Dug knew. You learnt something knew and alarming everyday about this place.
Not that this place was anywhere. Middle of space, light hours from the nearest habituated planet, and floating dark. If it was like last time, and the time before that, then they had no movement and couldn’t go anywhere. When you’re out there in space and the air recycles got taken down with it that isn’t good. Someone would need to form a search party to look for the right place. That meant going a mile or two through corridors and rooms that were infested with gremlins. Not fun for whoever ended up doing it.
The Chief slammed the door open as he came down from the bridge. A sickly yellow torch case a strange glow across his face. “Alright ladies! I’m off to bed! We, by which I mean you, will be able to go fix it tomorrow!” With that he disappeared into his cabin, through the door nearest to the one he had come through.
Yep, thought Dug, as he put his attention back to the TV, life was good. Well, it was terrible really, but around here it kept you on your toes well. Yep, life was utterly stark raving mad, but the TV was on, so the crew was happy...
Until they had to save their very lives from the terrible fate of suffocation on their own over used air. That, however, could wait till tomorrow.