conversations.from: system
conversations.value: As faster than light travel becomes more prevalent, a number of private companies launch ships with the goal of analyzing nearby exoplanets with an eye toward colonization. It is manifest destiny on a galactic scale as hundreds of little ships equipped with light sails and top of the line sensor suites are sent to any far-flung planet that might be a good candidate for terraforming, atmosphere rehabilitation, and colonization.
  
  Building ships equipped for travel far beyond our solar system is comparatively easy with the advances in nanomanufacturing, but finding crewmen willing to be away from Earth for an estimated 40 years proves difficult. As such, many of these surveyor ships leave Earth severely understaffed.
  
  The *Malta Flier* left Earth with a crew of one, with intent to have that crewman enter a period of suspended animation two days into the journey, and awake once it arrived at its scanning target, the exoplanet Kepler 442b. 
  
  Things did not go according to plan.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Main Corridor: This central hallway links all of the other modules of the *Malta Flier* and can, in extreme emergencies, can seal itself off from the rest of the ship and serve as a backup helm.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Alice's Quarters: This simple room has space for a bed and containers to hold clothing and personal belongings. 
  Nothing in this room locks. Who would steal it?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Stasis Center: This small room holds the facilities to sustain one human in a state of therapeutic hypothermia for 200 years--more than enough time to fulfill mission parameters.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kitchen: This area might have been called a lounge had it a crew of more than one person. Rations are dispensed by the ship's computer in order to monitor food supplies.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Repair Bay: A glorified closet full of the tools needed to make minor repairs to the interior of the *Malta Flier*.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Engineering Lab: From here, repairs to the exterior of the ship can be made, and additional probes and sensors can be created by the *Flier*'s nanomanufacturing rig for deployment.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Airlock: This is not a landing mission, just a surveying trip. If you step into this room on any day of the mission before the last day,  something has gone horribly wrong.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Central Science Command: From this hub, you can control sensors, life support, comms, data processing, and most of the other functions required for mission completion.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Helm: Where the *Malta Flier* gets flown. The ship is primarily guided by an advanced autopilot, to allow Dr. Indres to focus on her surveying, but she has been trained to operate it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One Last Look: Earth is going to be a very different place when you return. How does it feel to be leaving? Who and what are you leaving behind?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Diagnostics Check: You have two days to confirm that the *Malta Flier*'s systems are functioning nominally before you enter stasis. 
  
  How do you spend it?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Big Sleep: The time has come for you to enter stasis. Do you do so calmly, or does your finger tremble as you push the button?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get Your Bearings: You have found yourself in a peaceful--if otherworldly--paradise. But where are you, exactly?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Captain Strathclyde: A no-nonsense superior officer. Tough, but fair. 
  
  Wait, since when does a private company like EEI use military ranks?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dr. McKey: Whoever they are, they're taking over for you. Is this a friendly passing of the torch, or a hostile takeover?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Search and Rescue: The conditions are such that you can't just walk to Dunstan and Moore--you'll need to climb. It's be nice if you knew where they were.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vestergaard: Logistics Officer. Makes sure the crew stay safe, and everything keeps humming along smoothly.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kaur: Science Officer, with a specialty in advanced telemetry. 
  
  Prioritzes data over everything else, including crew safety.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dunstan: Geologist. Bit of a dim bulb. Coward.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Tower: Rumbling to the surface as the ground beneath it curves skyward, the tower looms above Indres and McKey.
  
  But where's Moore?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Planetary Collapse: Kepler 442b is splitting in half and collapsing upon itself. Do you run for the *Malta Flier*, or do you watch the planet crumble beneath your feet?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. McKey: Science officer, looks almost exactly like Alice.
  
  Except there's no "almost" about it, is there?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Visitors: People from your dream are now here, in the flesh, on your ship, and they're giving the orders.
  
  How do you respond to this development?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Spacewalk: Time to patch the hole in the Engineering Bay. Don't worry about the fact that the Malta Flier is still traveling at gut-wrenching speeds. That's what your tether is for.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Xeno Generalist: Maybe not as glamorous as the specialist disciplines, generalist roles are starting to claim a lot of the bandwidth now.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Resilient: You've been trained to cope with the unexpected and to adapt to it.  You were picked through an intense program of screening to ensure that you won't fall to pieces when something goes wrong.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inferiority Complex: Years of dealing with helicopter parenting have taken their toll.  It may not be obvious from the outside but your drive to succeed is fueled by the fear that you won't.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: New Horizons: The unknown might hold challenges but it is primarily a place of opportunity and hope.
  
  It's also a place to succeed on your own, without outside interference. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Prepared: There's only so prepared you _can_ be for the "the unknown" but....
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not really military...: The chain of command, the unquestioning obedience of orders....
  
  ...er.. no.  Not your style.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your own company: Some times the best company really is your own.
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ability Gaps: Being a generalist tends to have people assume that you're pretty good at everything.  It sort of _does_ imply that.
  
  Noone can be good at everything, though.