The year is YC25. It's cold... Metalbulks all around... Silence... And then, the sound of a newborn baby... It's cold!
I was born in space, on a settlervessel.... We didn't get far, a malfunction made us stay at the same coordinates for months, waiting for help. Luckily, help came!
My parents died before I could talk, they were old people, at least 40, trying to keep their own lives alive by placing a newborn in a world of unlimited distances, at least by sight.
I was by the age 8 or 9... (Does it matter) placed on a Providence Class Freighter, i worked for a low pay, just like anyone else... The future seemed grim.... But suddenly something happened, something no one could have predicted.... something that gave me hope!
And now. Here "I" am... The year is YC125 - but It's still cold though!