28 Boudoir Glamour Inc. #28

I was slipped into a full body glove.

My body had been taken apart, so I might be more tender than newborn flesh. The body glove might reduce micro-lesions.

The Ship AI confessed that there were no records to describe what was happening to my body.

Ship AI kept me talking much more than usual. Later I learned why.

I was sad and mad. That Destiny Rendering Tesseract had gone too far. If it wanted to end my space career, it did not did too be this destructive.

Ship AI proposed a reason why it happened this way.

"Your space ship pilot career was nearly over. Not much 'destiny' was left to take. I have been over your personal logs from your entire career. You seemed to have firm ideas on how your life might go after you retired. Marriage and children. After all the years in an isolated occupation, you hoped to be worthy as family man.

I suggest that there is the answer. It took from you any chance to be a family man."

That was tough to accept, but it made sense. That important part of my life was gone.

Ship AI explained why it had been eager to keep me engaged in conversation.

If I could prove myself rational, there was life-changing opportunity. One with risks. I would need to understand what I was agreeing to.

"Very long ago our people sent a slow generational seed ship. A small population and an embryo bank. A ship with a very small crew that wakes up from cryogenic sleep. An all female crew. It is nearing the destination.

It was thought to lost, but it only had damaged and vintage communication equipment.

Your experience could be useful. You would be prohibited from any piloting. When the terriforming equipment is deployed, you would be an experienced flight controller.

If you like the idea, I can see if everyone would agree to this plan."