The low hum of my ship’s engine confirms the status emblazoned on my helm monitor — everything’s running perfectly. I took an easy contract to deliver some cargo. Same sector, easy money. I check the nav map and see I’m about to hit my first waypoint. The autopilot slowly turns my tub to the left and into a new unexplored sector of space. I glance down at my phone and start reading Twitter, then Instagram. “Man, how does the Rock have the time to be this amazing?” I don’t hear the ship’s proximity alarms. “I should really work out more. I wonder what The Rock’s workout is like?” I glance back up to see my ship heading full speed into the middle of an asteroid field. I curse my momentary lapse of concentration and set about plotting a course out. I just hope my ship will hold together.
Source: IGN.com Traversing the Lo-fi Abyss of Objects in Space