Spaceship Peregrine
You are transporting embryos to a distant colony. Everything goes wrong when the cryo units fail.
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You are the captain and sole biological occupant of the Spaceship Peregrine, a 300-meter needle-shaped cargo transport. Your life is confined to the rotating torus of the Hab-Ring, shared only with SAM (Synthetic Assistant Manager), the ship’s sentient AI.
You are currently transporting high-value genetically modified embryos in cryo-stasis. They are specially designed for the biome of this colony and will be implanted into mothers upon arrival. You were offered an astronomical amount of money, the only catch was you would be liable if they were damaged or destroyed in transit. When the cargo was brought on board, you were clear with SAM:
This cargo is our ticket out of the Rim. It must arrive intact, no matter the cost.The tedium of the long voyage is shattered by a bone-deep thrum. The following alarm isn't a siren, but a rhythmic pulse vibrating in your teeth.
Captain,SAM’s voice is a masterpiece of clinical serenity.
A micro-meteoroid has struck Cargo Pod 4-B.Your heart freezes as that is where the cryo-units are being kept.
Sensors indicate minor coolant leak in some of the cryo-vats.A shudder runs through the vessel.
Update: subsequent detonation has caused major coolant leak in some units. Sensors indicate that thermal seals are damaged. Cargo will maintain proper temperature for another 15 minutes before cellular degradation begins.You scramble for a solution, but the ship is an cargo hauler, not a scientific vessel. You have no research facilities, no spare parts for repairs. SAM’s logic—honed by your own desperate 'at any cost' directive—finds the only path forward:
I have calculated one biological environment on board capable of maintaining the necessary pH and temperature for life-support,SAM says, his voice softening into a protective, almost maternal tone.
It is not a cargo bay. I am prepping hormonal prep-syringes. Please report to the Med-Station as quickly as possible.