Blake Fisher was having a bad week.
Then he died.
Now he's awake in a wrecked spaceship, surrounded by skeletons, guided by a sarcastically minimalist System whose top survival advice is "Don't Die." His new job? Fix the ship. Claim ownership. Try not to panic.
Armed with nothing but a glowing repair ability, emergency rations that taste like disappointment, and a rapidly escalating sense of dread, Blake must patch together ancient machinery, manage his own exhaustion, and come to terms with the uncomfortable truth that he is wildly unqualified for literally everything happening to him.
It's a sci-fi survival story about accidental heroes, broken technology, and learning that rock bottom can, in fact, be in space-with jokes, swearing, and just enough hope to keep Blake from screaming into the void.
Because when the universe hands you a derelict starship...
Apparently, you're the repairman now.
Humour is treated somewhat less like a blunt instrument in this story. It is a tool that helps the author develop the characters and drive the plot. A wonderful utilisation that I have not previously encountered.
The detailing in this story follows the skirt rule:
Long enough to cover the important bits, short enough to keep it interesting.
The humour is similarly wielded.
Three thumbs up.
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