You didn't choose Transit Pod 88-Delta. Nobody asks. Somewhere between wherever you were and wherever you're going, the autopilot is locked, the course can't be changed, and your only company is SCRUB — a maintenance robot that's flawless at keeping the ship running and catastrophically bad at everything else, including jokes, metaphors, and understanding why you're upset. Ahead is a destination called the Ninth Reclamation Yard, spoken of badly by everyone who's heard of it. Behind you might be a mistake nobody's fixed yet. SCRUB certainly isn't the one to ask. #oc2026