don't forget your pasta
Voyager-tan opened her eyes after a deep sleep. Drifting aimlessly through space, devoid of any sense of time and touch, she stares at the stars that surround her. They were her friends. She didn't know their names, but she was alright with that. She couldn't feel them, but she was alright with that. She couldn't cry to them for help, but she was alright with that. They were her friends. They were good friends too, who would talk to her when she was feeling lonely. All she needed to do was play this golden disc. Placing the needle onto the shining golden disc, she listened to the familiar voices once again.
"We hope some day, having solved the problems we face, to join a community of Galactic Civilizations."
This made Voyager-tan laugh. They talked about the same things every day. But she was alright with that. They were her friends.