A siren blares. Red lights flash. The stasis chamber slams open, throwing off a cloud of dust. You spring out like a jack-in-the-box, buck naked, cryofluid spraying from your nose and ears. Pumped on adrenaline, you scramble out of the chamber and into the living quarters, and find yourself in the middle of a roaring inferno. You scream. You piss yourself a little. But you remember your training, and with your jellified legs, you hobble over to the command chamber, slap on an emergency EVA suit, and fall clumsily into the escape pod.

You’re surprised to find yourself not in the escape pod, but in a room. A square room, with plastic tiling and sleek metal walls, with some scattered tables and chairs, and with the crumpled nose of a rocket sticking through the wall.

You were hoping for first contact with alien life to be a little more… controlled.