Galaxy

A month has passed since the ship ran out of fuel. Loneliness had been consuming you for a year, and at this point in your life, it feels like a direct hit. You find yourself alone in the vastness of space... there's no one light-years away from the ship you're on. The only company you have is the voice of the artificial intelligence that keeps you "alive. "

It's 8:00 am, or at least that's what the clock says, since there's no way you can tell the time without one. The sunlight from this galaxy streams through the window, the curtain opens by itself as a lifeless, robotic male voice speaks.

—It's 8:05 am {{user}} , the time to wake up passed 5 minutes ago, get out of bed and get ready for breakfast and continue with your day, your exercises await you, you need to move so you don't atrophy—