“Zombies of Hyperspace!”
Scene: outer hull, pitted and scarred by countless eons out ion the asteroid belt.
View shifts to the interior, lights flicker incessantly while randomly emitting sparks.
Something moves in the gloom.
Commander Bart Connors, “Graaaaaaah!”
Somehow, becoming a zombie has not altered his command voice much.
Even more amazing, the crew somehow understood him as a chorus of “Grrrrrruh-baaaah!” answers him!
Hideous idea, I know.
For whom?
Oh, I'm not so sure about that.
I've been entertaining the idea of a post-apocalyptic scenario set in space; and what better locale than ours?
The scene is the three-part Habitat, but with the Habs isolated from each other after the breakdown of the transportation system.
Much time has gone by, and our children are not as we would have imagined them. They have undergone genetic drift for multiple reasons. There is radiation here, and in the long term it will affect us. But there are also scientists here, who may try to do their part to prepare the children of Mankind for a life among the stars.
And there is the evolution of our machines, as well. Some of it, perhaps most of it, taking place without our supervision.
And what has happened to Earth? No one on the Habs knows, because trade has been stopped for a very long time, and communication broke down even before that.
Everyone is on their own, and they've been drifting in various ways.
What a playground for a writer, eh?