Space is a terrifying place, full of terrifying things,

Alien Barbarianauts, psychic space-diamonds, cannibal Hipsterons to name a few

nothing, however, is nearly as frightening as what happens to one's brain after two months crammed in a graphene blasterboat, screaming through the infraspace, eating only bioprinted cous-cous washed down with economy-pack amoeba wine...

avert your eyes, children!