The slowly spreading cloud of debris was an interceptor frigate, long ago. Its course can still be traced to the point where it intersected with trajectories of several streams of high-calibre slugs. Most of the wreckage has been frozen solid by the cold of space, but not all of it. Among the pieces of the bridge, his capsule — scarred, blackened with soot, but still working. Inside, his body — damaged enough for him to be unconscious, but not enough to die and cause his clone to be decanted from a storage tank many lightyears away. He drifts on a long orbit, dead but dreaming, immortal but lost to the world.
[inspired by “Do you know where you are?”, by Jon Hallur, on EVE soundtrack]