Pristine white arches stretched over the dark corridor. The starship’s floor was warm beneath her feet, the restless air scented with plastic and engine oil. Machinery hummed – a dull, comforting throb.
She tried to control her breathing, tried not to glance into the alcoves as she followed the trail of winking lights. She knew what lay inside – egg-shaped pods, their glass lids sealed, the placid oval of a sleeping human face visible in each.
She was the last awake, the only one who’d heard the distress call from home – to know the heartbreaking truth.
‘Sleep well,’ she whispered.
The title comes from Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1, from the speech beginning,
To be or not to be?