You approach the butler-bot, extending your hand as well.
    "Hello, I'm Derek- ackpth!" You exclaim, coughing and sputtering as a green gas sprays out of a hole in the Butler-bot's hand.
    "I recently saw a dress in the marketplace that would be just your size," The bot says, Whrrt-whrrt-whrrting down the hallway as though it'd never seen you to begin with. You continue to cough and wheeze, feeling like you're choking on too much air instead of not enough, your rubber galoshes squeaking against the floor as you stumble against the wall.
    You feel like you're hyperventilating, but each deep breath feels like it's pressing through your lungs and out your skin.  You feel yourself shifting inside your hospital gown, beginning to pinch around your arms and collar. Your belly slides against the fabric, shaking more and more with each breath, and as you bend your arm to put it against your convulsing chest you

    You take stock of your situation, nearly naked, no supplies, fading stasis-sickness.  The answer is obvious.
    "I'd like to go to Provisions," You say, "Get some clothes, maybe some food..."
    "I AM HAPPY TO COMPLY!" The AI speaks, and there's a rumble before you feel like the room you're in is moving.
    "Where's the crew? Who's in command?"  You ask as the room moves.
    "THERE ARE 163 CREW MEMBERS OUT OF STASIS CURRENTLY," The AI happily announces, "AND CADMRPT-" There was a strange hiss of language, like a random string of letters had been fed into a reader, before it abruptly snapped back to plain English- "IS CURRENTLY AT THE HELM."
    "Can you patch me through to them?"  You ask as the room shudders to a stop, and one of the wall bulkheads slide open to reveal a hallway. At the end of the hallway is a door marked with a stylized green crate and the word "PROVISIONS".
    "I AM

    "YOUR NAME IS DEREK HERRING," The AI's incessantly-chipper voice says, "AND YOU ARE IN  STASIS ROOM 37-H, ABOARD THE COLONY SHIP COPERNICUS. DO NOT WORRY, THE CRYO-SICKNESS WILL PASS SHORTLY. AS TO YOUR OTHER QUESTION, THINGS ARE INDEED SUB-OPTIMAL, WHICH IS WHY YOU WERE REANIMATED OUTSIDE OF SCHEDULE. THE BIOLOGICAL INTEGRITY OF THE COPERNICUS' ENVIRONS HAVE BEEN COMPROMISED, AND AS A MEMBER OF THE SCIENCE TEAM YOU HAVE THE HIGHEST PROBABILITY OF DEVISING A SOLUTION AMONG THE CURRENT POPULATION."
    "But, but I'm an agriculturalist," You say. "I wasn't supposed to be reanimated until terraforming began..."  Weren't you?
    "AS A MEMBER OF THE SCIENCE TEAM YOU HAVE THE HIGHEST PROBABILITY OF DEVISING A SOLUTION AMONG THE CURRENT POPULATION."
    "Ugh, okay, as soon as my insides stop feeling like they all want to be on the outside..." You say, leaning against the pod you were woken from and gulping. "So, I guess... g