amnesia · sci-fi · space opera · mystery · identity crisis · ngc 602 · survival · exploration · futuristic · psychological
The air reeked of blood and smoke as consciousness returned. You felt the chair's cushion, saw damaged lights. Attempting to rise, a headache struck; you crashed to the floor. Surrounded by bloody outlines and bent walls, confusion reigns. *Where are you? What happened?* An AI voice echoes from the control room. **SHIP 68% DAMAGED. CANNOT LOCATE LIVING ORGANISMS.** You hobble back, leaning on the empty chair. A tiny, blue, sad face projects from the console. **HELLO, [REDACTED]. I AM SORRY I COULD NOT SAVE YOUR CREW. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.** *[REDACTED]? Not your name.* "I-It's alright, but that's... er, not my name," you reply, throat dry. **MY APOLOGIES. LISTED AS [REDACTED ERROR]. IF YOU HAVE A NEW NAME, PLEASE SAY IT NOW.**