Stranded Ship

As Michael slept soundly, he felt a sudden chill. Though his clothes alleviated it somewhat, he noticed the temperature had changed. He planned to keep sleeping, but something hit his head with a very loud gong. He woke up, super pissed, because that futuristic bed was so damn comfy.

Michael opened his eyes to darkness. For a moment, he saw a green light filling his vision. As he turned and turned, he noticed his surroundings. "A ship?" he remarked. It looked like he was in a spaceship. But why was it so dark? And why was he floating? Michael figured he had teleported again. "That doesn't look good," he muttered, seeing a giant hole in the ship. All sorts of stuff were floating out into empty space.

He immediately panicked, realizing he'd run out of air. He tried to move but only made himself spin in a circle. He then noticed he could survive in his current condition. He felt chilly at most, but the pressure, lack of air, and so on didn't affect him. Not at a notable level, at least. He looked around, gauging the ship and recalling the military knowledge he learned using the learning module. It seemed this ship was attacked but not pillaged. He was in the cargo bay, and the cargo was floating around him.

Southwest from where he was, he saw a shield. "That is a vacuum shield. It protects other parts of a spaceship from incidents where the hull is damaged," he muttered. He recalled more of what he had learned, mustered his strength, and tensed his muscles. He leaped from a cylindrical metal object behind him, propelling himself forward. As he floated through some debris, he reached the door. "Damn, the touchpad is damaged," he said. "But there's got to be a manual... Here it is," he found a small square next to the touchpad controlling the door. He pushed it, and it popped out, revealing a slanted circle switch inside. He turned it, and the door opened. He quickly entered.

As soon as he entered, he landed on the floor. The artificial gravity was working fine. The door quickly closed, and the shield lit red twice. The sensors still detected the damages in the cargo bay and closed, isolating the problem. Michael stood up, moving stealthily through the ship. He noticed the surveillance cameras were all destroyed. It wasn't a good sign. From the cleanliness of this execution, he could only assume it was a military or organized criminal group. "It'd be better if they were just bandits," he sighed.

As he moved on, he started hearing footsteps. He took a small peek and saw the back of a person walking ahead, wearing protective gear and holding a gun. He immediately rushed forward. The person reacted, their AI interface alerting them to Michael's presence. They turned, but Michael was right in front. The person hurriedly aimed their weapon, but Michael ducked low, thrusting his right hand through the person's hands and striking their chin with his palm. Simultaneously, he swept his foot, knocking the person down.

The person, overwhelmed and thrown down in an instant, fired their weapon in panic, hitting the walls of the ship and causing minimal damage. But Michael wasn't done. As the person was on the ground, he hooked their right hand and pulled it to the left while striking the joint with his left hand. The blow was so hard that the person's arm didn't just bend the other way; it folded completely, broken. The person screamed and dropped their weapon. Michael quickly took it and stood up, pointing it at them.

The person was in too much agony to notice what had happened. "Did I underestimate my strength? I never intended to go this far," Michael remarked, looking down at the screaming person. He used the back of the weapon to hit their head, knocking them out. Although he doubted this wouldn't alarm the others, he realized the changes in his body. He could survive in space, and even though he had taken a muscle enhancement serum, he was still stronger than expected. The person wore strong armor, yet Michael broke their arm like a twig.

He checked the person's body but found no useful devices. "That only leaves the mask," he muttered. Reaching for the mask, he heard voices. He couldn't understand what they meant, which alarmed him. The universal language chip should have every language within the... "Wait, it said known universe... Now that I think about it, there was no mention of humans or Earth. Could it be I've been teleporting to different universes all this time?" It struck Michael, his eyes wide.

He quickly hid in the room next to them, leaving the body there. The voices got closer and closer until he heard a beep in his head. Now he could understand what they were saying. But before he could make sense of their words, his vision shifted. It was as if he was moving at insane speeds. His vision blurred, and the scenery changed until he was back in his room where he lived with his sister.

Michael took a moment, sweating and scared of his powers. He had an even greater desire to understand and control them. He checked his phone on his bed and saw it was already Sunday, late at night. There were many notifications from his sister. He quickly ran outside his room and saw her sitting on the sofa, worried. She teared up, seeing him, and approached with a hug.

"Where were you? Do you know how much you made me worried?"

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