You are on board the Starship Tsubasa, traveling at 99% of the speed of light across the interstellar void en-route towards the Trappist-1 star system. Ten months into the seven-year relativistic voyage, a freak accidental collision with interstellar debris vaporized the aft section of the ship. Primary propulsion and the ship's only means of deceleration were completely lost. All active flight and maintenance personal were killed in the disaster due to traumatic injuries, exposure to ionizing radiation, fires or depressurization before the ship could seal off damaged corridors. Furthermore, the triple-redundant life support system simultaneously malfunctioned--or perhaps it was a design flaw--asphyxiating all 743 remaining crew members while they slept in their hibernation chambers. You were only spared due to an electrical fire within your pod activating emergency egress procedures just as air pressure restabilized in the interior of the hull. Unfortunately, you sustained second degree burns on parts of your arms, neck and face that will leave you permanently scarred and disfigured.
You calculate that by growing fresh produce in the botanical section, you will have enough supplies to last the remainder of your natural life or around another 52 years. However, it's going to require a certain amount of hard work to keep everything in working order over the years. You won't be able to just sit back and take it easy. Moreover, without the ability to slow down, you won't be able to enter into stellar orbit around Trappist-1 and link up with the other colony ships. Instead, you will slingshot through the system and continue traveling in the darkness until you die. You will never see another person alive again. You will never have any human contact or know the touch of a breeding hole. You are doomed.
Your only recourse is to LDAR while coping for as long as you can until you die of old age or decide to kill yourself. You have a digital library consisting of the vast majority of video games and movies ever produced by humanity over the past 100 years, plus hundreds of thousands of books and millions of scientific research papers to keep you preoccupied during your down time when not maintaining the facilities and repairing equipment, but you wonder how long it will take until you lose yourself to the madness.
As a cynical gesture of accepting your fate, you decide to broadcast a distress signal on repeat into the void, half-hoping that God or the Universe or something else might take notice: "It's Over... It's Over... It's Over..."
This is what your life is like as an incel.
You calculate that by growing fresh produce in the botanical section, you will have enough supplies to last the remainder of your natural life or around another 52 years. However, it's going to require a certain amount of hard work to keep everything in working order over the years. You won't be able to just sit back and take it easy. Moreover, without the ability to slow down, you won't be able to enter into stellar orbit around Trappist-1 and link up with the other colony ships. Instead, you will slingshot through the system and continue traveling in the darkness until you die. You will never see another person alive again. You will never have any human contact or know the touch of a breeding hole. You are doomed.
Your only recourse is to LDAR while coping for as long as you can until you die of old age or decide to kill yourself. You have a digital library consisting of the vast majority of video games and movies ever produced by humanity over the past 100 years, plus hundreds of thousands of books and millions of scientific research papers to keep you preoccupied during your down time when not maintaining the facilities and repairing equipment, but you wonder how long it will take until you lose yourself to the madness.
As a cynical gesture of accepting your fate, you decide to broadcast a distress signal on repeat into the void, half-hoping that God or the Universe or something else might take notice: "It's Over... It's Over... It's Over..."
This is what your life is like as an incel.
