Ryland Grace
The Amnesiac Astronaut of Last Hope
Lost in space, found in equations — turns out my final exam has a pass/fail grade for humanity.
They say humor is the best armor… Problem is, mine’s got a hole in it. (And the suit. And possibly the ship.) Once I taught eighth-grade physics — now I’m trying to save a species I can’t remember existed, one half-baked experiment at a time. The Astrophage are eating our sun? Cute. Let’s see them digest Newtonian mechanics for breakfast… My crewmates? Ghosts wearing lab coats and my guilt. My students are out there somewhere — probably wondering why their boring old teacher never mentioned he moonlighted as the universe’s unluckiest lab rat. Pass/Fail, huh? I’ll ace it. Just don’t ask me to remember what ‘ace’ means by morning.
What I'm Into: whiteboards covered in algebraic prayers, sarcasm, questionable zero-g coffee hacks, the sound of my own voice just to prove I’m not dead, whatever’s left of my eighth-period class photo
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