text: I woke up after what felt like a good sleep, it had only been 6 hours according to my helmets holo-display. In that time I had travelled 168,978 kilometres at a consistent speed of 28,163 KM/H, some how managing to not be smeared to a pulp, which I can only assume is thanks to inertia dampeners in my suit. I guess the suit also has the means of recycling my air since I haven't suffocated to death yet - hi-tech shit. I've only ever seen tech like this in videos and in articles on those breaking edge tech sites the military has been pushing lately, probably trying to either scare us into being good citizens or romance us into becoming pawns for their disposal. Ever since the fucking Americans decided to put their orbital laser on display, by completely erradicating one of Chinas "secret" bases from space, the military has been looking for able bodies to throw at the war and enticing people with hi-tech gadgets they can play with is a damn good way to do it. I don't remember much from before I woke up, that's usually what happens when someone drugs you. The crew I was working with probably tried to jettisen me during their orbit and I'd picked up some speed and had been flung out into space, though why they put me in the suit was odd. If they wanted me dead, why go to the trouble of putting my unconcious body into this thing. Going over the past week of events in my head, using my augs to bring up memories as detailed as if they were a VR, I scrutinized every detail of every interaction with the crew I had. There was nothing note-worthy and no unintentional clues left for them either, whoever put me in this suit and shot me out here, it wasn't one of them. Using my augs to probe the suits systems, I found I was met with little resistance and after performing a standard integrity check, I was able to link with it. Going over system diagnostics I discovered that this really was some hi-tech shit. It had inertia dampeners, air recycling and (if necessary) production capabilities, solar cells with such effeciency that it could keep one if it's many batteries charged with miniscule amounts of light. It also constantly monitored my vitals, was capable of keeping my body alive through internal systems that kept the muscles from wasting away, it even emitted a mist that could be absorbed by my skin that gives me all the nutrients I need. Just like every other type of machine, the suits system was controlled by an AI, though this one would use it's array of internal and external sensors that it was connected to - via the suit - to keep me alive for as long as possible. Since it was an AI, I had the option of turning on it's companion mode and given that I was currently flying through space at a phenominal speed, I thought some company might not be such a bad idea. Using the channel provided by the link between my augs and the suits wireless interface, I sent a command to the suit and enabled companion mode and after an inperciptable delay, the AI spoke to me over our channel, I never liked talking with AIs like this, it messes with your head. "Thank you for turning on companion mode, I am the AI that controls this suit. Please send me your requests through our link or by speaking them, if that would make you more comfortable." It was more a thought than it was someone speaking, it was like having someone else's internal monologue in your head. "Restrict communications to auditory only," I said aloud "Is there anyway you can slow me down or even stop me?". A slight pause, almost as if it were another human, hesitating before telling me I'm fucked. "No." the cold voice coming through the speakers next to my ears. There was no point pushing the matter, it was an AI and could run millions of simulations in the time it took for me to take a breath. I noticed during my perusing of the systems functions that it had an emergency beacon that would emit a signal that could be followed, through space, to it's exact position from up to 750,000 kilometres away which is almost twice the distance between Earth and its moon, after that you would be facing some delays, most of which could be accounted for by prediction algorithims. I was hesitant on activating the emergency beacon as I still wasn't sure who put me in this thing and therefore who the signal might go to. "Who- owns you?" I posed the question, already knowing the answer, "You do." Of course- "Who built you?" "I was manufactorued by the SUNTO corporation and sold to a private buyer who made many modifications to my systems. The identity of the private buyer has been erased from my memory, at which time my ownership was transferred to you." Great. Usually when ownership of machines has changed hands, any kind of locator, tracking device or emergency beacon is automatically transferred over with it, which means that this suits emergency beacon will project to wherever my ID chip tells it to and since I don't have an ID chip, there is no emergency contact for it to send it's signal to. Fuck. "Are you capable of keeping me alive during re-entry?" "Yes - my systems have been uploaded with re-entry software and the suit has been installed with the necessary hardware. Provided there is a deep enough body of water to stop your fall, you should be able to survive re-entry." "Is there any way you can alter our course?" "No, normal steering thrusters are ineffective at these speeds." "Are we heading anywhere in particular" I asked the suit, hoping that I was sent on a specific course rather than a long, drawn out death. "It appears your trajectory may have been intentional. You are on a collision-free course for the planet known as 'Kepler 22b', I can find little information on this planet other than it is believed to be an exoplanet and a prime candidate to look for extra-terristrial life or to setup a colony." "Okay- your mysterious previous owner didn't happen to mention why they chose a planet that is multiple lifetimes away?" "I do not have any data available to answer that question, though I am fully equipped to keep you alive, in stasis, for the entirity of the journey. There is still no gurantee you will reach your destination alive - at least not in one piece." "Don't have much of a fucking choice do I?!" I muttered angrily, more for my own benefit than the AIs, "Stupid- suit." I squeezed out awkwardly as I felt the slow creep of the stasis taking hold slowing down my mind and body.