Intergalactic Prison

I woke up with that feeling like I had slept a really long time. The blankets were twisted all around me, I was a bit too warm, the works. I stretched a little, not really wanting to move yet. That was when I realized I had a serious problem: I didn’t recognize anything.

I looked at the zebra-striped blanket, and it didn’t look familiar. But I wasn’t sure what blanket I was expecting, either. I sat up, alarmed, and took in my surroundings.

Plain, white sleeping quarters with a bathroom appending. Typical. I listened carefully. There was the barely perceptible hum of machinery at work. All classic for a freighter, possibly a low-class transport module, or maybe a smaller space station.

Wait? Why did I assume I was in up the dark? There were planets with gs that had ground trains, maybe even air or waterborne static units or shippers that hummed like this, had similar housing units. More importantly, why didn’t I know… anything?

I started to panic for a brief moment, but pressed my fingers into my temples, forcing pseudo-calm. I needed to start with the basics.

Did I know my name? Apparently not. Did I know anything about myself? No, nothing I could bring up right then. Hmmm… It seemed I had some manner of retrograde amnesia.

I focused for a moment. I had been awake for several moments, had a few trains of thought. So, it seemed, anterograde amnesia was absent. Thank goodness, there was some hope of reasoning things out!

So, what could have happened?

·Physical trauma to the brain (But I felt no swelling or pain),

·A psychologically traumatic event (I had to admit, a possibility),

·Nutritional deficiency of thiamine (I didn’t feel any cravings for alcohol, though),

·Encephalitis, a brain infection (Unlikely, I didn’t feel any symptoms of illness),

·Post-surgical effect from physical removal of portions of the brain (I felt for scars or sutures and felt none),

·An effect following electrical shock treatment for mood disorders (Again, possible)

·Drug-induced (Least likely, usually limited to a short time-frame and no longer effect memory once the drug wears off)…

Wait a second. How did I know all that about memory and the brain? I must be a scientist! A scientist with a possibly compromised hippocampus-

“I see you are awake, (Y/N). Good afternoon.” A disembodied voice! Was (Y/N) my name? Did I like it?

I looked around, uneasy. “You are?”

“I am Kama, the ship’s computer. I gather you are experiencing a loss of memory?”

I fought the urge to let irritation seep into my voice. “Yes. Where am I? Where can I get more information?”

Kama hummed. “You are captive on my ship. You can get more information from me.”

Captive? A hard ball of fear formed in the pit of my stomach.

Notes

I don't expect ratings yet by any means, but do stay tuned... I've decided to send Andy into space. Because somebody had to fucking do it, for fuck's sake!

Let's have a nerd moment, shall we? Star Trek or Star Wars? (This requires audience participation.)

Personally, I go both ways. (Of course- snicker...) Star Peace for the Win!