The Literate Kitty

It’s hard to imagine someone who hasn’t wanted—at some point in their lives—to be an astronaut.   Scratch that. Assuming most people are more like me— the non-science-y sort —and less like actual astronauts— aaaaall about the science stuff —then it’s probably more accurate to say that by and large, most of us have probably dreamed of going out into space. (As a passenger. A salesperson. The ship’s cook. Whatever.) The thing is, we know it’s just a fantasy; in our lifetimes, the tiniest fraction of humanity will venture out into space (whether on a vessel created by NASA and/or its worldwide counterparts, or on something kooky and cool that Elon Musk’s SpaceX team is frantically working on).  But what if—by the strangest sequence of events—you (science-y or not) were to find yourself on a mission to a distant, essentially-uncharted corner of the universe… one member of a tiny three-person team on a cramped little spaceship, and when you wake up, from an induced travel sleep? You