I was born in the 20th century, but now I am in space, millions of parsecs from Earth. And aliens have absolutely nothing to do with it! The cursed artificial intelligence of the colossus, a strategic ship of incredible size, is to blame for everything. It was thanks to him that I became captain and also the only living person on board. And he, that is, she... ugh, in general Elva... constantly finds trouble for me. But let's break through! Just think, space corsairs, sorcerers from the Forbidden Worlds and the immortal rulers of the Galaxy... are also my enemies. Oh yes, I completely forgot about the demons - the result of a secret scientific experiment remaining on the ship, they are scratching at the bulkhead. It’s okay, I’m in combat armor, and I have a rapid-fire shotgun in my hands, so we’ll break through. Let's break through, I said!