You've been wrongly sentenced to execution through the ships airlock. The door opens and you are sucked out into the abyss. As you float outside, you realize something. You're not dying, and it doesn't hurt...
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My diaphram kept spasming, the age-old instinct trying to force air into my lungs. I closed my eyes and focused on fighting that feeling until feeling until it quieted to a mild case of hiccups.
Gently opening them again, I watched as the ship turned and powered away under sublight thrusters. I wanted to consider how they'd turned on me, but the fact that I was still considering anything at all was taking up most of my attention.
Looking up, I realized that even if I wasn't going to die from vacuum exposure, I was still adrift in the middle of a busy shipping lane, and engaged my emergency beacon. Hopefully I'd get picked up, not run over.