Some script from Bullet With Butterfly Wings

Parked behind a moon the Iarth A Class Starship Rocket UBI-BECK 9 sits floating in a slightly unstable orbit around a small dark moon. Constantly adjusting the secondary thrusters in order to maintain a safe distance from the spiky-looking black rock below is the only thing stopping its resident AI from getting dangerously bored. Sure, it could have parked further into deep spare and just hung there, but it had done that already and ended up idling towards this moon for some action, however slight.

The concept of vacation hasn’t been programmed into the AI so while the crew has packed the Nipper with booze and tunes and have gone in search of the nearest habitable piece of rock, they have left Becky alone and with no idea what to do with its time.
The ship had been empty before, sure. But always while the crew were kidnapped, off-site on a mission or on temporary abayence during one of the hopper’s more adventurous jumps. Never for fun.

With Larz’s words of ‘just chill the beat, dude’ and after spending the first 8 hours deciphering just exactly what that meant Becky made a twofold decision: 1) Becky was an AI construct, designed to pilot a dimension-travelling starship, and thus the concept of ‘chilling the beat’ had not been too high up the implementation programme when its designers had laid out their roadmap and 2) Larz was a compulsive liar and could therefore not be trusted in any way, shape or form.

So, unsure of what to do Becky instead mooches up and down in the decaying orbit, muttering and kicking metaphorical dust in its wake. As it considers for the fifth time whether to pick a fight with some traffic on the local slow goods lane to relieve the boredom, it receives a collect call.