As you step off the bus, the driver asks to see your identification again. You're not sure why.

Your ID reads:

NAME: MATILDA LYONNE

D.O.B: 10/31/3030

OCCUPATION: STUDENT

FIELD OF STUDY: ASTROANTHROPOLOGY

EYESIGHT: POOR

The bus flies away and leaves you on the asteroid. For a moment, you fearfully wonder that there might be no one else on the outpost. Your fears vanish as a STRANGE OLD MAN emerges from the gas station. He greets you and leads you into the decrepit building. Wood paneled walls. You hate those, but try not to pass judgement. You judge anyway.

You realize the gas station once doubled as a tourist center. The wall is lined with travel guides.

The STRANGE OLD MAN hands you a travel brochure of the solar system CORAS. Based on the wear of the paper, it's at least 500 years old.

STRANGE OLD MAN: "Point at a planet, Missy, and I'll fly you there... But I ain't comin with ya."

"I'm sure you're aware that CORAS was abandoned under mysterious circumstances. It was theorized that the system was wiped out by something highly contageous, but some have... more radial theories."

"Here, take this pager. I'd recommend exploring the planets from left to right on the map. Ping me when you want to be picked up."

PICK YOUR PLANET