My pod hissed open ninety years too soon. A calm voice from the ship said, "Crewmember Vey, the others have voted. Unanimous. You will be left on the planet below." I sat up, freezing and dizzy. There was no planet on any chart out here. Through the window I saw it anyway: green, cloudy, real. "Why?" I croaked. The ship said, "They asked me not to tell you."

Forget arguing. I had maybe minutes. I told the ship, "Show me the drop pod they're using to dump me." A map lit up: the pod was two decks down, already loading my gear. If I got there first, maybe I could control where I landed. I started running.

Two crew members blocked the bay door, arms crossed. I recognized them: Okafor and Lin, my old bunkmates. "Don't make this harder," Lin said quietly. "We voted to save the ship, not to hurt you." "Save it from what?" I asked. They glanced at each other, and Okafor finally spoke.