It was day thirty of my unplanned vacay in the A&R Space Facility. I would’ve preferred the Maldives—who wouldn’t?—but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Some people never got to leave their hometowns, and yet here I was. In space. Held against my will, sure, but I couldn’t really complain. The aliens hadn’t killed me yet, and I wasn’t in a cage, so… five-star service all round?
