How are you feeling today? Relatively untroubled by visions of squirming, organic gunk clogging your vessel’s exhaust ports as you fall steadily toward an enormous ball of fire? We’ll see about that.
I’m here to tell you about Ultrasound, in which you are stranded aboard a spacecraft that has been colonised by growths of the Gigery persuasion. If you don’t purge critical systems pronto, you’re going to end up the wrong side of a photosphere. Here’s a trailer.