In Space...

Written for a 100 word sci-fi competition.

In Space No One Can Hear Ice Cream.

Astroman Reuben was in his bunk, oblivious to the blaring warning sirens. They'd been repeating their sinusoidal rising and falling tones for hours now - ever since the Soylent Pink Instafood had run out.

He was still laying there six hours later when his MP5 player batteries finally ran out, and the wailing invaded his ears. He knew what this meant - a slow starvation, alone and adrift in The Yestromo. The time for music was over.

He decided to ceremonially jettison his music player.

Open the ipod bay doors please HAL.