The Calamity Disaster
My name wasn’t supposed to be CALAMITY. But in the heated moments between childbirth and lightjumping to Sector 5, my mom probably lost track of—will you get that camera out of my face? Look, it’s not as if this is exactly rocket science. Just follow the action, interview the crew, and try not to get yourself into too much trouble.
Maybe that was way too much to ask.
It probably doesn’t come as much surprise to you that I found myself drifting without life support, orbiting a planet that probably held the secret of life itself, stuck with no power and no particular recourse against the rogue camerawoman who had put me there.
Yeah. Just the typical life of a disaster born in space.
Humorous science fiction