Trust nothing.
I’ve been assisting the “simple cargo haulers” with their ship in exchange for food and supplies during this voyage. I don’t know much about this century’s technology, but their ship is old enough that I am picking it up quickly. 

However, these men underestimate me, mistaking my lack of knowledge and temporary addled state for a simple mind. I have heard them speaking when they thought I was busy working…and they are not planning to leave me at any starbase, but to keep me here to continue their ship upkeep for cheap labor. 

I did not survive the horrors of Borealis III only to serve as slave labor aboard a decrepit cargo ship. I will escape…