I like to live. I’m funny that way. Dropping out of hyperspace into a pulsar system with no engines, a dead bridge crew and captain, and limited power doesn’t bode well for survival. When one of the other passengers, a typical businessman accustomed to immediate obedience, makes a power play with all our lives at stake, of course I pipe up. Because I don’t agree. The ship is drifting fast towards a fatal encounter with a pulsar jet, and a small life-pod isn’t going to…