Have you ever been on a spacecraft? Have you talked to aliens? Have you ever been in the role of an alien yourself? No? Well, then I got lucky. On my Birthday, fate gave me not only the chance to get out of my wheelchair and start walking again, but also the Sky—an enormous star-filled expanse. Of course, the gift boxes contained plenty of outright mean little surprises.
The crew of the starship is utterly out of their minds. All the time they shout, run around, suspect each other of anything. Either I “ate” the mechanic together with his socks and uniform, or I took control of the ship. And they even came up with a stupid nickname. Damn it! How do you like that name? Plus the captain keeps smoking, growing fangs, and growling at everyone. In short, “a madhouse in space” is the perfect name for the starship on which fate has dropped me.