Alone between the stars, I really feel the weight of that word: alone. There is no one here with me, there never will be anyone here with me. No one will come to save me. Just me, alone.
We had known the risks. I had known the risk. That did not mean that I gave credence to them. They were no more than warning labels. They certainly weren't a threat.
Now here I was dangling in empty space in an exceedingly expensive spaceship, too far from Earth to be helped by anyone, too far from anywhere else to help myself, doomed to dangle alone forever.
A light starts blinking on my console. This is the most excitement, the only excitement, I have had in weeks. A proximity alert. Something has emerged from the void and I am approaching it.
Whatever it is I am still far from it so it is no cause for concern, as if anything could be now.
But I have a very expensive spaceship with many tools, and all the time in the universe so I examine this mysterious object from afar. Its big. Really big.
A rogue planet, one of those wandering nomads, starless, and mysterious, floating through the void alone like myself.
Several weeks later the rogue planet is looming over me, or it would be if not for the darkness of this lonely part of space, as I pass it in the endless night.
My expensive spaceship has told me sadly little about it. Perhaps more systems are beginning to malfunction. I look out into the darkness at it...
and see lights! Pinpricks slowly turning on all over the planet until great swathes of it are alight.
Questions abound, questions I may soon answer as my spaceship turns inexplicably towards the planet.