Which Space Crew Type Are You?

You trust your gut over the manual, and your gut's hit rate is suspiciously high. If someone you love is on the other side, you'd jump into a black hole.

You insist love is data too and get laughed at, and eventually you're proven right. Rational enough to crunch numbers and brave enough to overturn them.

Your reputation is spotless, and when the oxygen gets low, the definition of "teamwork" gets very flexible. Let's be honest. If the group project collapses, you've got a personal escape plan.

You waited 23 years and kept both your sanity and your kindness. Steady and studious and heroic without a sound. For someone this calm, time even runs differently.

You stay behind to solve the impossible equation everyone else walked away from. Resentment and genius come in equal amounts, and both deliver results.

You were the one who said "don't open that door" from the start. Nobody listened, and you still survived. You follow the rules and rescue the cat, and you're already sick of everyone's nonsense.

Somebody has to, so you step up first. Even into the air vent. You're not the loudest or the smartest, and you're the first one in.

You say out loud what everyone else only thinks. "We're all going to die." Not wrong, just early. Honest nerves and zero poker face. Strangely the most relatable.

You're polite and precise, and oddly loyal to "company policy" when lives are at stake. At first everyone trusts you. That's the creepiest part.

You look closer when everyone backs away. First to explore and first to touch the weird thing. The bravest and the most careless member of the team.