Deep in the far turns of the abandoned hulk
we pause in fear and wonder
as old pipes groan and pump
as dead conduits come to life
that should never have seen another spark.
The derelict comes to life.

We should panic
we should run in fear
but instead we press on
consumed by curiosity and greed.
What strange tech waits to be discovered?

Soon we find ourselves in shining passageways
twisting throughout the deep heart of the ship
and I decides I am not going back.
I am not going back to the station.
I am not going back to the ship.
This is my home now.