The Serious Series Spacenovel

Everything has a price. The big question is not how much but what and when. And in some cases, whether it actually has to be paid. Stupidity is expensive... it looks like I am going to pay dearly for mine. It's a bummer really, just when I got my feet off the ground for a moment it seemed as if my life would be taking a turn towards excellency some dumbass know nothing semi retarded pirate scum decides to take over our charming little mining vessel and space all non-essential personnel. So here I am floating through space, far, far away from anything even remotely important, and for that matter populated, in a small red dwarf system deemed worthless and dull by most things with some sort of consciousness, with nothing but my fellow expandable co-workers. I am rather unsure if I should consider it a blessing that they left us our VacS and enough air to enjoy death by radiation or freezing or asphyxiation, who knows? Technicalities are a bother. How gracious! I think the spin is getting to me, my head feels light, here it comes, disgusting. Im such a moron, puking inside my VacS when there is still air for another hour. Stupidity comes at a price they said, right they were! Now it won't just be painful but also come with the distinct flavour of Sniggers TM waste'O'nutri and let me tell you, it ain't got no peanuts in it. Fuck this. I'm not dying here, no way, gotta think of something. Breath in, breath out. Nice and slow. Don't Panic. Dont resign. Dead people resign. Seems like the Nori is hanging around to watch the show, bet the assholes are turning into the live facecam feeds and having a good laugh, well good luck looking through my dinner, courtesy of sgt.Sniggers! I love that guy but his food reeks. Oh well i suppose it's time to snap out of the self pity mode and start thinking about survival. I bet these fucks are gonna pick up our dead bodies after the show. No one likes to waste „good" tech.

Ok what are my options here?

Option A: Die.

Option 2: Die screaming.

Option X: grab someone and try to steal their O² ? Could work. And if it doesn't there's always the impeccable Option 2. Good old Option 2.

Anyway, operation grab some poor sods O² pack is a go. Just gotta get lucky enough to find something to push myself off of. It's how things work in space, you don't swim around, you hop and with no ground to hop away from this presents a challenge. Alright, step by step. Locate the spare O², take off the only thing of my VacS that doesn't breach it, which unfortunately in my tool less stripped down death row condition is; my own breather. Take a good breath. Disconnect. Get a good solid two-handed grip on the pack, aim straight away from the target. Throw. Hold on to thumbs and pray. Nori my little girl, would you mind putting on some music while we float? How about some Alice Coltrane you know Reflection on Creation and Space, the whole part with the drum solo? Yes? Ah that fits. Let me tell you something. To cross a distance of letz say 100 meters? In space is not particularly difficult, any mass you part with exerts an equal counterforce upon yourself and considering I threw my 10 KG backpack breather at a whooping 2 meters per second in a mighty precision throw that translates to what? I weigh in, VacS and all at 100KGs so 10 divided by 100 is 0.1 times the speed makes it 0.2 meters per second. That means i'm moving a Meter in 5 seconds times a hundred 500 seconds. 500 seconds is a long time with just the rancid air that's in my VacS. Option 2? and then there is the whole issue of liberating the „new" O² pack....