There plated a cake, a marble cake to be specific. It is a dessert flavored with compromise, all while also generated for premeditated celebration. How long has Benji replayed the ideal? As earlier as his desperate imagination could record it. The initiated thought lingered in pressure for him to be quite responsible with those rations of his. Benji has never been one with a large appetite, so preserving the ingredients processed by the food synthesizer was no toiling task for him. Neglected meals have not been rare through the past two years. Forced eating happened, it was only to keep himself alive. Life must sustain, that's what it is all about.

Benji started setting the table by lying down the forks, but his hand- it could not stop shaking. He held his hand closer to his face just to examine exactly how intensely it quivered. His heart beat alone escalated to irregular speeds. Anxiety took a stab. "Calm down, take a deep breath...," he tried talking himself out of hyperventilating right before obeying his own command of exhaling and inhaling steadily. Benji could not decipher whether he was excited or terrified. Joy to never be alone again, was of course thrilling, though all the trouble of isolating himself in the first place was for sake of the project- he didn't want to get in the way. Yet, he couldn't allow the other five to refrigerate and wait all for what? A lie.

Once everything was positioned correctly on the surface of the table, Benji gave a smile, reminded himself to take it easy, and turned towards The Artemis's control panel located in the cockpit. Funny, underground bases don't have cockpits, but ships do.

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The door lifted above from the cylinder-- the cold; the first feeling was being smothered in chills. Also all bare except for the covering of their underwear. Their first steps must of been like that of an infant. All this while simultaneously experiencing a moment quite like exiting their mother's womb for the second time. It was like some kind of rebirth, a renascence.

What brought the circumstance to be stranger, breeding suspicion, was to spot and to count only five member. Would they predict that their doctor never arrived in the first place, or that he perhaps was behind the awakening? Would they even be concerned enough to even care about the whereabouts of Benji Baker, because one in particularly breath with missing limb. Just as Cryonautics stripped each one down to their underwear, so too they rip away Yaz's bionic arm to prevent any inferences between the two machines. And since it was detachable, the company found no harm or toil to her in removing it.

Adding to the surprises and practicalities, successful business man Ailbeart Rend stood in their presence. It seems as though as Owen's old school friend Andrew did not make the cut. Well, you may have a better resume, more say, and even more right when rich, famous, powerful. Oh and having dirt on the company definitely makes you an automatic member of the project. Blackmail equals admissions, especially if you hold knowledge to how exactly a company like Cryonautics is able to afford such expenses like a theoretical underground base or a factual space ship.

"Surprise!" he hollered, bouncing up from a squatting position and giving whoever first entered the kitchen quite the startle. "It's me, B-Benji!" The rest soon found there way to his location due to the attraction his voice brought with its loud volume. "Hey, I brought blankets," he announced with the coverings cupped and nestled against his arms and hands. He lied all but one of them down on a chair for the others to grab. "Here, you must be freezing, Owen buddy-- I mean Dr. Childs. I know how that feels, like a snowman in a snow globe... ha, ha," Benji then placed the blanket around the psychiatrist's shoulders, tucking it tightly around him for the warmth.

"Y-You see, there is a lot that I have to explain. Ah, where do I start---," he paused, and it was no short pause, Benji had completely blanked out on his words. Amidst the preparation and stress for this one moment, he lost his train of thought. The nerves could easily be blamed for it-- the same shaking hands and beating heart, sweaty palms, nervous gulp-- it was all happening, while still trying to remain some ounce of composure. "Sorry, it just slipped from my mind, weird. No, I have to remember, it's why your here right now. It's why I shut off the tanks... Ah, It will come back to me eventually, give me a few minutes." Benji grabbed a knife and proceeded to cut into the marble cake. "Who wants the first slice? It's marble since I couldn't decide to punch chocolate or vanilla on the food synthesizer. So I went with the in between." Then a thought came to him, "Oh, I just noticed-- you guys aren't wearing any clothes, well barely. Hey, everything you had on you before taking that funny pill should be in your rooms, mine was. Follow me!"

"Alright," Benji chirped with a clap as the group continued to follow him through the corridor of the Artemis. "So this is my room right here." He knocked the first door on the right, signalling his living space. The rest of the crew began scouting to them what was uncharted territory. "Not quite sure whose room is who-- oh but that one should be Yaz's," he pointed. "I know, since it was the first one I walked into. Found this sort of metal-crate-box-case-thing, opened it, because hey, I was curious. Turns out it was your robot arm. But don't worry, once I found my place I stop snooping. Also, I'm pretty sure everyone gets a Cryonautics shirt in their closet, makes great for sleeping in. Funny how even if the world is all doom and gloom, they still make time for free t-shirts. Because hey, who doesn't love free t-shirts? Anyways, you guys get dressed, I'll wait for you in the kitchen." Benji's own apparel consisted of navy blue dress pants, a pair of Sperry Top Siders, white button-up that he folded the sleeves up to his elbows, a gray sweater vest, and a digital wrist watch. Nice, he dressed like a private school student obeying the dress code.

The first to pop out of the halls and into the kitchen again was Owen, to which he queried, “Doc, you said you turned off the tanks? Does that mean somebody let you out, or…” When he paused, Benji opened his mouth ready to begin answering, but his friend soon changed the question before giving him a chance to speak. “More importantly, have you seen Andrew?” Benji leaned in and lowered his voice to a whisper, "A-actually, I was going to ask you the same question... Err... I mean, I thought if he was getting replaced he would tell you. Well, that's what happened, right? Right?" As soon as the rest arrived, Benji looked up with his same gleeful smile. "Hey, guys! Um, um..." Benji started to pace back and forth nervously while scratching his head in both confusion and anxiety. Yes, it was all coming back to him, the excitement of company was taking a fade out. Not that Benji now suddenly grew tired of their presence, but he recollected exactly why they are standing in front now. And what seemed off about him the most, was that Benji still smiled with a grin while his eyes blinked with panic. But finally, he scurried to what appeared to be a blank wall of the kitchen. He then proceeded to smash his tiny fist against a square button. By that function, two platforms moved from off the wall revealing a wide observation window. It was like witnessing massive metal curtains depart and separate in order to crack sight of a black canvas, one splattered with specks of white. "T-the Artemis is not a base, it’s a ship. And we're not on earth, we're in space."

His back was leaned against the glass once turned away from it, slowly he retreated to a sitting position while staring at the floor. "It didn't take me long to figure it out, once my tank supposedly malfunctioned... Ha, ha, I've been out here on my own for... Heh, two years. The cockpit has multiple panels operating different controls of the ship. According to it, we have been on autopilot for one hundred and two years. Sorry, guys I don't know if it was right or wrong for me to wake you. I tried though, tried to keep to myself in here until-- Yaicarro." Benji did his best not to meddle with the controls in the cockpit, but he longed for answers. The Artemis was coursed for the mysterious planet of Yaicarro, assisted with no other description, it just read on the screen, Planet: Yaicarro Information: NONE.

"So, that's where we have been heading all these years. And I thought this Artemis base would be a giant coffin buried deep underground until we all rise up like zombies and strangely but surely say hello to the earth again. It's what we were told... ha, ha. I guess we could go back, seems like Cryonautics inserted the ship with a map giving us only two options- return back to our abandoned home or really... take our chances with the unknown..."

Soon enough, Yaz hit Benji with two questions, "So, you're saying they lied to us? And- why didn't you wake us up, two years ago?" To which he followed with grinding his teeth and a light yet frantic tapping of the floor, a habit in his discomfort. "Sorry, I just--..." he cut himself off short to explain himself in a different sense, "Do you ever get that feeling when... err... um.. you're afraid to take the next step-- wait, um no, not like that-- It's more like, would I regret it? Who am I to make a decision like that?" What they then saw were sparks fly from his circuits, a breakdown, or perhaps a mental and emotional glitch from poor Benji. He started speaking in a frenzy, "I couldn't-- NO, obey the MISSION, right!? Earth? Yaicarro? What's the difference. Is there a difference? YES! Of course there is a difference. They lied to us-- THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE! I decided to wake you, but what's that suppose to do? Get my tank fixed! What to discover it's unfix-able? I don't know that for sure, but what if? What if there is nothing anyone can do to?... I'll just be alone again." He stopped and climbed up to his feet, pulling down his sweater vest to adjust out the wrinkles that formed into it through the curved sitting positioned he exited. It was out of his character to think like that, to talk like that. Pessimism lingered and lathered its bitter being against Benji's tongue, tainting his words. The doctor realized and notified himself of the case of fear he played product of.

He sighed, "Forgive me, I have a hard time talking about it, because I'm not sure what to say-- there's too much to say. Other than well... I didn't want to do anything I would regret. I started thinking, 'Maybe they will wake up anytime now. What if my machine isn't broken, maybe it was programed that way. Maybe we are suppose to all wake a certain time for a certain unknown reason, I just can't mess with it.' There's a lot maybes and what ifs. No, I'm pretty sure the thing needs repair. I don't know anything much about fixing tech, but according to the main controls in the cockpit-- where you can activate a tank off or on-- it's not making any connections. Benji soon changed the subject to another pressing matter, but he made sure to not linger on it. "So, we still have a decision to make. We could always set course back to Earth or stay on the path already set for us, for the mystery planet. But as I can see, it probably be best if we wait to make any sort of decision, to have everyone here. Let's do that after everyone gets settled in. I understand if any of you are still shaken up by that type of awakening."

"Hm, that's strange. Excuse, me but I feel a sudden lost of appetite," he grabbed his plate of the cake and walked over to the ship's refrigerator. "But, I'll save it for later." Opening the door, he placed his dessert gently inside. "Listen, if you need help around this place, don't worry I know the ship from top to bottom. Just give me a call, I've got you covered."

With that, Benji exited the kitchen, to which he made his way to the cryo-tanks to which he passed the room and overheard Echo, "I can start hydroponics right now if we have space to begin, that can sustain us indefinitely so long as we maintain power." Benji only shortly responded with, "U-um yeah, that sounds... cool." He actually did not quite hear what she was saying. If he was more himself at the moment, he would probably run up and say hi pretty excitedly. Rather he was still quite shaken up from his brief breakdown. Ever since what happened, he had an unhealthy fear of ever getting back into a cryo-tank, but he would have to soon face an old enemy.

They were free now. Free to wander or free to work. Although they will never be free to return to their normal lives, they still hold purpose that reminds them of that past. Whether it be the medic bay for the doctor or the cockpit for the pilot, home and the workplace seem so much closer now. Some may wish to keep matters strictly business, others may strive for friendship, if not something more. No matter, this is what they have, this who they have. But more importantly, this is their time. As for Owen, he could get his answers about the absence of Andrew through Rend. And though Benji dreaded it, his cryo-tank was a concern- he planned to speak with Yaz about it. That leaves Tahlia and Cryonautics's poster child. Does suspicion even accusation follow next for Echo? She seemed to be the company's favorite? What is it that she knows, or knew that they didn't?

Yazmin knelt at the back of Benji's cryotank terminal. She viewed the screen as it displayed the readings from the machine. Honestly, the girl had no idea how these things worked. She'd never really taken a look at them beyond stepping into it. This wasn't some networking issue that she could break into with a terminal. This was a hardware issue and that would require parts. She pressed on the touch-screen terminal and brought up the cooling unit. It was the only thing left that she hadn't checked. The screen displayed an orange alert with an exclamation mark that read "Cryocooling Error - No Activation."

"Well what the frick does that mean?" She muttered absently. She pulled out one of her screwdrivers that she'd taken from her case, and opened the rear hatch, exposing the innards of the machine. She stuck her flesh hand in, but a flash of cold from the wires caused her to recoil and draw her hand back. She sighed, inserting her mechanical hand into the hatch. The prosthetic limb's sensors were highly temperature-resistant and only registered contact, not cold.
"Chilling." She said, completely aware that no one was listening and that her pun was awful.

From what she deducted, the cooling unit must have malfunctioned, and the gas was diverted into the machine's inner workings. She new from experience that units under serious cold-stress would completely shutdown. The inside of the cryotank shouldn't have been this cold. She used her mechanical arm to move the wires out of the way, and slid her head into the hatch so she could look around. She stifled a laugh as she could see the fog of her breath when she stuck her head inside.

"Found the problem?" Benji blurted both rather loudly and surprisingly, making that his second time giving someone an unexpected, unintentional scare. It is seemingly becoming a habit of his to sneak up on people like that, though it is unplanned. "Oh sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you there, Yaz." Benji unfolded his arms with a frown with a wrinkle of worry showing, "Y-you didn't hurt your head, right?" He feared that he may have caused her to bump her head against whatever was on the inside of the machine. "Because if you did, it's a good thing I'm a doctor, right? Ha, ha... ha," Benji's laughter was awkward, but that obvious. He feared that he had only made himself look even more like a weirdo in front of Yaz. He had already regretted his breakdown in the kitchen, and now he might prove himself to be a nuisance with the sudden unexpected scares. But Benji is never this self-conscious. No he is more of your fun-loving, happy-go-lucky guy- it was the cryo-tank that swayed him this way.

"No, seriously I'm really sorry." He brushed his fingers through the short strains stitched to the scalp while at the same time releasing an embarrassed sigh, "I seem to just--... My cryo-tank might not be the one thing that's broken." Benji furrowed his brow and shook his head, noticing what he had said and thus disagreeing with it. He started talking fast again, something he does only when put at unease, "N-no that's not right. I'm not insane. Maybe a few loose bolts, but not a nutjob. I know I lost it in the kitchen, b-but it won't happen again, I promise! It-It's just that I get a bit shaken up because of... well..." He ceased with a silence, a pause. Benji knew he needed to finish that sentence, although he prefer not to, but that is what happens when being born as an open book. Sometimes he can't keep shut about things, well really he never keeps quiet ever. Yet Benji committed to saying it, he had to, because he couldn't leave her hanging even if he knew whatever he says beyond this point is being taped through the surveillance cameras located throughout every room on the ship, except the restrooms and bedrooms for privacy. Each recording is stored and can be easily viewed at the cockpit with the rest of the other panels operating the ship. But even if he did ask if he can speak in private, that would be recorded and if anyone was to watch that through they might have a fair suspicion against Benji. It was just best if he needed to say something, he would just say it now while he had the chance.

"It's the cryo-tanks... I just wish that none of us have to use those things again. And don't get me wrong, I want it fixed because, well, we might have to use those things again. And if we for sure do, what if there is no way to fix mine. I'll be back by myself again, but then it will permanent. Because if it's broken, it's broken and then that means humanity must go on without me, which also means I can't stop you guys. Everyone else will have to return to their tanks in order to of course preserve their bodies for what can last lifetimes for the ship to reach it's destination. That means I get left out, literally. I will to stay on the ship wandering alone until... I guess I expire from starvation, according to what I overheard Echo saying that we only have three years of food. And I won't let it happen-- I don't want to die from starvation, and more importantly, I don't want to die alone... I'm willing to save myself before it happens."

Yazmin had jumped so hard when Benji arrived that she'd nailed her head against the cold metal of the cryotank. She scowled and turned, wiping a perky grin onto her face in attempts to downplay the pain. "Nope, we're all good doc. I did find the problem, though."

The young woman looked at the doctor as he spoke, kind eyes regarding him with empathy, rather than sympathy. His speaking of his own "brokenness" made her understand him just a little bit better. Without any request for permission or regard for whether or not it would make him uncomfortable, Yaz stepped forward and hugged the man. She was a hugger, to say the least.

"Benji, you won't... expire from starvation. I'm gonna fix the tank. I've rebuilt supercomputers in five hours, I can surely fix an over glorified high-tech sleeping bag." She said, and pulled back, looking him in the eye. "We're here for you, Benji."

The hug, that hug, may have only seemed like nothing more than a comforting gesture to anyone else. But for Benji, that meant human touch. It was something he had been long deprived of that even in the amidst of what he thought would be a perfect welcoming with the friendly greeting, warm blankets, and celebration cake, he never thought once about ever shaking their hand or even what Yaz is doing now by hugging. Sure he wrapped blankets on some, but that was their contact with a sheet of fabric. Now everything felt so real to him. Benji has made the claim of his awakening occurring two years prior to theirs, which was correct. Yet he only experienced that in physically terms, because all this time he could not help but allow his mind to translate the aimless wanderings through the ship whether it be on its floors or in its vents, to be what can be expressed as limbo. They were real people, not a figment of the imagination nor products of a hallucination.

Now was not the time to think about dying, no because Yaz has pieced inside of Benji the belief to be assured that death was not an impending predator. His plot to eliminate both a lonely death and a death of starvation by his own methods of medicine, has for now, been discarded. Besides, that is something for him to moreover discuss with Owen, since Dr. Childs is the crew's psychiatrist. As for Yaz, she was the computer scientist, and because Cryonautics selected only the best of best supposedly, the cryo-tank was really no problem for her capabilities.

But that was the first thing that crossed his mind, that he being hugged by someone. The second thought was to identify who was hugging him. Oh, that's right, that person seems to be Yaz, Yaz the girl who kept his heart a flutter before, but nothing like now. Benji would use the medical term of calling it a heart palpitation- that sensation you get when the heart either skips or adds an extra beat. He could feel it, but hoped Yaz wouldn't, since the heart palpitation can pulse through the chest, throat, or neck. However, would it hurt to confess or even hint to his interest? Benji needed to stop dealing with doubting right now while he still can; whether that be his doubt in his decision to shut off the tanks, or his doubt that leads him to believe his tank is a lost cause and that he himself is a lost cause.

After Yaz had pulled back from the hug following with, "We're here for you, Benji.", Benji smiled back. "Thank you, Yaz. Y-you're pretty great--Um... Like doesn't sound creepy or weird, right? I don't think it sounds creepy or, you know, weird... ha, ha. Hey, have you checked out the ship's library? Maybe when you finish or take a break we could totally hang out there..." He lowered his voice a bit nervous, "Unless that sounds super nerdy... and stuff."

At the mention of the library, Yazmin's ears perked up slightly. "A library? Maybe they have something on the cyotanks so I can be sure I'm fixing the right thing." She said, completely missing any kind of hint he might've been throwing. She turned and looked down at the hatch. "I need to find a flashlight so I can actually see what I'm doing. Maybe there are tools in storage or something. I'm gonna need a soddering pin," She began, turning and walking towards the door, counting the items on her finger. "Something to help seal the cracks..." She said and turned into the corridor.

"Flashlight? Soddering pin? I'm on it," he immediately gave the quick response as soon as Yaz finished her last sentence. He pushed himself to help her not just because Benji is indeed helpful, but that provided him the fastest escape out of the room, as he felt a bit anxious when she overlooked his previous suggestion. Rushing to scamper and storm out of the room and into the halls, Benji quite in fact tripped when turning- he has his clumsy moments. But no matter, he bounced back up and left. He made his simple path to the storage room, trying to make himself useful. Being the crew's doctor, that was the job he was offered when first contacting the company, though now he speculated whether or not the team would even trust him as a person as he even knew his reason for waiting two years before shutting off the tanks was really not a reason at all. The thing is, Benji genuinely wants to tell them what happened, but he just can't.

Steadily, Benji angled the card all while briefly holding his breath. Why did he do this to himself? It was stressful. Though he somehow convinced himself that this was better. Yes, that building a house of cards was the best method of killing time rather than a lonesome game of pool billiards in the living area behind the couch. Hate is a strong word, but Benji hated pool. Ironically, saying that he was good was actually an understatement, since he had the hidden talent of being a master pool player. Well, maybe that is going over the top, but at the least to say, Benji was an expert. After playing the same game for roughly over the course of two years, he has developed both strategy and skill to gain the most efficiency out of each shot. And though Benji is quite the klutz, always knocking things over and tripping on his own feet, games where accuracy and precision were key have always been his favorite. Hobbies that don't spare the time for reckless behavior in a way helped him with his own awkward coordination. It was as if whenever he puts his undivided attention towards one goal, rather than being a bit neurotic and scattered brain in his daily walks of life, he never misses the target or what he is aiming for.

When the full deck completed in its rearranged order and formation, Benji leaned back in his chair while admiring the house of cards built on the firm foundation of his desk, as each personal bedroom was constructed with one. "Now, what am I going to do?" he whispered the simple query to himself. All the others were perhaps asleep at this time, as this was now hours after departing from the cryo-tanks. Tossing and turning in some kind of wrestle with his sheets was no activity he found inviting, really sleeping in general was something he preferred to do as much as it would keep him alive. Benji took a glance over at the ceiling vent- Tempting, he thought. But one trip to the hideout is enough for a day.

No matter, he was going to find some way to occupy himself since falling asleep was clearly an option he refused, simply because it felt impossible. He could always read a book, but the thing was that he already did, so he was now in the mood for something else. But that's when he had the idea since Benji initially wanted to give welcome gifts to the rest of the crew, though being on board a ship he does not have the privilege to visit a mini-mall and scout out for presents. So, Benji pulled forth his desk drawer and grabbed some spare printer paper he previously found in the library near by the printer of course. Cards were just as good, he planned to let the others know how much he cared about them. Would he sound obsessive or clingy? Maybe, but it didn't matter to him, he out of all people should be thankful for the company.

When time passed and Benji noticed footsteps throughout the hallway outside his room, he knew that it was time. Benji dressed into his usual apparel, although this time without the sweater vest, as he only wears it when feeling rather chilly on the ship. Instead he'll go with just the button-up shirt as his top. When ready to start his day, he directed himself towards the cockpit while whistling a joyful tune. Once there, it was no surprise to him to find Tahlia as the pilot. Strange enough then Benji noticed how he has not spoken to her thus far, he actually felt bad about it. "W-What's up, T-Tahlia? Sorry I haven't said hi-- I wasn't trying to avoid you are anything. Um, you know what I have always wanted to use without sounding dumb? Yep this thing." He pointed at the intercom mic before walking over to it and proceeding to speak into it. "Attention, attention, all crew mates please report to the living area... Ha! I feel official, oh wait forgot to turn the mic off." Once finish with the intercom announcement, he turned back over to Tahlia. "Hey this might be super random, but have you wondered if we are all, you know... already dead. Not trying to be gloom and doom, we left that back on earth, but it's just a thought I had. That this is the afterlife, sometimes it felt like limbo to me. Just drifting off among the stars aimlessly, and there's no real destination, no Yaicarro or even Earth for that fact. But I actually don't believe that, just what happens when I think too much, or sometimes, too hard."

Benji smiled, "I'm happy you guys are here." Benji rambles, sometimes it was like he couldn't help it, because just as he said, he was happy. And for some reason joy and being talkative made a relative connection to the guy. "Maybe it'll keep the dark stuff out of my head." Benji felt safe around Tahlia, she could very well be their leader and Benji would not have any objection about it. Well really he would not be at conflict with any on the crew if they deem themselves as captain, but Tahlia specifically was someone he could trust his life with because she didn't seem like a bad person and she was really their means of security. "Oh, guess it's time for us to attend that meeting."

"Um, Mr. Rend are you some kind of replacement?" Benji was not one to speak with ill intent, though that was blunt for him. "N-No, that was sort of mean, but you are the elephant in the room..." Still no good. He shifted uncomfortably against the leather couch, trying to sit up as straight as possible, but at the same time fidgeting. It was then that Benji regretted his choice of a starting topic. Yet he realized there come a time when someone would pop the question. How was he going to say it nicely? How was Benji going to say, 'Wait are you lost? Do you belong here? Why?', nicely. The doctor did not schedule the meeting in hopes to find an interrogation with the once wealthy famed businessman, though he feared now that he had set the tone for it. Benji's eyes ventured off to scan the room even if he had entered it maybe times, scattered glances helped the temptation to stare into a menacing glace. There before the crowd of a crew a flat screen holographic television, computed and stored within programing of various movies of the sorts, mainly classics just like the books in the library. It seemed that Cryonautics liked that type of thing, the classics- humanity's most ionic pieces of art. They had a point however, when preserving humanity up in the stars, why not bring the greatest parts of them up there. Well, that's debatable.

Perhaps Mr. Rend found no offense to Benji's pointing the obvious of claiming the businessman to be the stick in the mud. Benji did not dislike the man, though he never dislikes like anyone, but to Benji Mr. Rend is a mystery, everything about him. He is portrayed as a rich-selfish-cold-callous-person who spits on peasants. But Benji will not let camera lenses and TV screens determine his view of the man before meeting and interaction with him on his own. Although, Benji never understood the concept and reality of a wealthy lifestyle. The doctor very well knew that he would not have the capability to withstand the demands his generous urges. Yet, retreating back to the subject of Mr. Rend specifically, questioning the man directly was not Benji's original plan. But why discuss any other strategy to their situation without answers to a more closer concern.

Benji is a talkative guy, though he is was silent now. There was no rambling for him, he thought he would make it worse. But really, was any damage done? Maybe, maybe not, though the fact that he has to even wonder, terrifies him. Benji does not want to get on anyone's bad side. Human interaction should be treasured, that is the way he sees it. Why dismantle the irreplaceable? And since they are the last of humanity as they well know it, they should be working together, not against- like a team. Benji has actually thought of team names to call themselves if they ever needed one, you know like some type of super league. The name generating is probably just a product of boredom, but he will entertain the cute thought with someone after the meeting.

And while he was already in his head thinking due to the prolonged absence of sound, Tahlia's words echoed in his mind, they were like both orders and directions to follow a path of progress and focus. Much of this chapter of their lives revolve around the unknown. Yet if all the crew opted to ponder the next three years away, theorizing the truth, eventually they would dwindle down into breathless bodies, being a result of starvation. Focusing on the now, Tahlia snapped Benji into stop being so scattered brained and rambling constantly.