王磊顶着宿醉般的头痛，挣扎着从狭窄的舱位里爬出来。他这破船在宇宙里漂了多久了？他自己也记不清了。反正上次记得自己还在地球上，撸串吹牛呢，一睁眼就成星际难民了。

这叫什么事儿啊！

他吐掉嘴里的苦涩液体——好像是上次应急喝的压缩营养液，过期了吧？一股寒气从脚底板直窜脑门，王磊打了个哆嗦。这破船的空调好像早就坏了，又冷又闷，还有一股子烧焦的味道，不知道是电线快烧了，还是上次战斗留下的火药味。

“报告船长，飞船能量仅剩18%，生命维持系统稳定，但……那是什么？”一个机械合成音在飞船里响起。

王磊 intérpreted it as a system prompt, a typical feature of those corny video game systems he'd always hated. "What's going on?" he grumbled, grabbing a nearby console. "Screw it, probably just the ship dying again."

The screen flickered, displaying an error message in Japanese: 「エラー：未知の生命信号检测。建议接触。」

Wang Lei frowned. "Japanese? Okay, the ship is really dying. And picking a console language I can barely understand?"

Before he could complain further, a holographic projection suddenly appeared in the room, showing a futuristic, beautiful woman in a sleek, silver spacesuit. Her eyes glowed with a soft blue light, and her hair flowed like liquid mercury.