Forty seven - IN SPACE

Jyro peered around the corner, confirmed that the passageway was clear, and consulted his data pad, or more accurately Pardo's data pad, since the eighty year old device still worked and the skeleton had no use for it.

Once the prospector had established a reasonable secure home, and moved Pardo's supplies to the new location, he redirected his attention.

The vessel was big, but how big? Who constructed the ship, and why? Where was it headed? This was the sort of knowledge that would enable him escape.

The first step was to create a map, and that's where the data pad came in. By taking copious notes, and marking each intersection with a self-invented system of coordinations, the human had established a fairly good idea of the ship's layout. He entered the latest findings and used blue spray paint to write "D-44" on the steel bulkhead.

The Shem mother ship, if that's what the vessel could properly be called, was shaped like a Flava fruit, except that it had an eno