Lost in Space

"Neural Connection Established... Loading stored memories..."
"Memories loaded... Waking..." I woke. In a flash of panic, I tried to move my body. Nothing responded.
"Waking body senses... " I relaxed, comfortable with this ritual, as my sense of touch returned.
"Body senses woken..." I felt familiar sensations rush back to me.
"Scanning for mutations... Green. Awakening physical systems... Opening cryostasis hatch." I sat up, feeling weak, and more importantly, thirsty and hungry. However, that could wait.
"Computer, location and time." I stated. I wanted to know how long I had been in "deep sleep."
"Error, data not found," it replied. I resisted the urge to swear, settling for a loud and long "GRAAAAHHH!"
"Estimates?" I asked, hoping, in vain, that the computer had tracked our drifting through space.
"Error, data not found," it replied again. I dropped to my knees. I was lost in space, with a limited food supply, an unemotional ship computer, and no means of contacting help. Could the situation get any worse?
"Broadcast SOS signal." I ordered.
"Broadcasting." I got up, and hobbled towards the pilot's controls. I settled in my chair, and looked around me. My helmet was on its hook where I left it before going into cryostasis. How long had I been adrift? Days? Weeks? Years? The multi-display turned on, panels of the walls changed to show space in front of me. "Food. Water," I ordered. A dispenser to my left shot out an insta-meal and a bottle of water.
"Artificial gravity. Off. Computer, are there any planets nearby?"
"Negative."
"Asteroids?"
"Negative."
"Power levels?"
"50% Currently charging from star 0.14 lightyears away." It's definitely been years.
"Take us closer. Any planets orbiting the sun?" Probably not.
"Negative." Right. I was right.
"Computer, reset time. Wake me up when we make contact with another planet or when we make contact with another life form." I stare into space for a little while longer, absently reaching below my seat and taking out a photo of 5 of my friends and I from flight school. Back then, everything was better. We were confident that no one could beat us. On the back, my friend's signatures are all there, wishing me luck. A reminder of happier times. My thoughts drift back to my current situation. Lost in space with a damaged fighter. Maybe the United Colonies would dispatch a search team for me. My gaze sweeps over the small souvenirs that decorate the edges of the command table. Five from the T-84 offensive. Another three from the Miner's rebellion. I put the picture back under my flight seat and push myself out of the chair, orienting myself and pushing to get through the entry way into the back of the fighter. My cryostasis pod awaits in the back. I tap a button and the door to the chamber slides open silently. I get in, settling into the form fitting gel and lay my head back against the headrest. The hatch closes and I am shut in the dark. "Lost. I am lost forever." is my last thought as the computer shuts down my body's functions, and eventually, my brain to preserve them for the long wait ahead.