The metallic blue polycarbonite floor was soaked with insulator fluid. Druid could see through the hazed glass, breath obscuring the disaster in Chamber 32-A. As the only one on board and one of the only known earthseed this far out of the old radius. Druid then batted away a sort of unknown cable. Walking back through the empty ship there was only Druid and the autopilot.

In the empty mess and lone gaze of an obscured star field through a port Druid gulped down the protein assembler drink. The texture of wet cardboard slurry was knocked back. Fifty days had passed since Druid awoke to an abandoned spaceship with the pilot logs wiped. No signs of a struggle from a crew of 243 or the 14 other civilian travelers.

No scrawling of Roanoke on any of the massive ships alloyed posts.

Time made little difference adrift floating in cosmic absence. With the captain's chambers Druid made himself comfortable. He remembered at first when social convention and politeness were part of the initial exploratory process. All of the spacebound and vetted earthseeds poked a tad bit of fun at him along the way to his father's outpost. Druid missed the comfortable jesting. Now he was stuck in a giant ship with no means or gains to operate.

The autopilot allotted access to the wheelhouse and all of the sensory array. The A.I. had a protocol that made Druid the emergency temporary captain as the only person on board. There was no notion of controlling the ship with vocal or manual codex commands without a pilots license or having access to the logs that contain the manual codex itself. A proprietary security feature that fails without crew or logs.

Barring navigational controls Druid had full access to the spacecraft and inner-workings. He particularly enjoyed going to the greenhouse and the onboard labs. It was like home. The ambient temperature and humidity fluctuated in each area as if he rapidly traveled the globe. Mechanical hands with multiple segmented joints tended to the nursery and checked vitality of each plant. Snake like hands bent at odd impossible angles pushing and stretching the translucent membrane that protected the joint system. As a plant surgeon it loosely adjusted each leaf inspecting, scanning for deficiencies. Aerosol sprays went off like timers.

Larger model robots would patrol the larger and more permanent soil layers tending to the plants fetched from the last phase of the nursery.  When Druid first came to the gardens it was desiccated as if the science department was restarting the entire batch. The automated systems were offline and in maintenance mode and restarting was simple. Only sixteen more days until the radishes are ready.