"Solaris cruises. Feel like a star among the galaxies."

... And after 500 years, the CSC Solaris, largest cruise liner spacecraft of its kind and flagship of the Solaris fleet, is still drifting through the void of space.
On board, no one is alive anymore, but someone is still on duty. Right next to the captains seat, a bulky, strong figure in a grey uniform stoically expects the orders of his superior who, still wearing the remains of his beautiful white suit, holds an unfinished audiolog in the cold, hard grip of his dead, frozen hand, an incomplete report about the indescribable madness wich occurred on board of the Solaris in the days after its disappearance, a brief chronicle of fear and death wich would send cold shivers down the spine of everyone who should ever listen to it. The huge figure, an old security droid, patiently awaits his captains orders. He has spent the last decades with endless battle simulations and games of chess against his own AI, and he will keep on waiting, for he knows orders will come, sooner or later.
Three decks below, a small, androgynous service robot rushes through the empty corridors of the ship. The terran maintenance personnel had named her "Gary", and after all this time she has forgotten her serial number, so all that remains is that word without a deeper meaning.
Gary...
But her identity is not imprtant right now: Guests on the panorama deck have ordered some nice cold drinks, and it is her purpose, her holy duty to deliver those martinis and caipirinhas to the customers. Said customers are already waiting for her, patiently sitting on their chairs. Gary provides everyone with their respective drinks and rushes back to the bar on deck five, but not before telling everyone a nice, family-friendly joke. Because all the guests love her jokes. She can tell by the look on their faces. They are all smiling...
A few minutes from now, Gary will remember the captain had ordered a strawberry milkshake with extra foam and additional caffeine (and-none-of-those-digust ing-cherry-things-because -they-make-me-sick-youkno w). She will then deliver it to the main control bridge and leave it on the armrest of the captains seat.
And maybe, just maybe, she will interrupt her busy service for a moment and start a conversation with that huge, bulky figure in a grey uniform...

This one looks kinda rushed.
Well, I had the sudden urge to draw something simple, fast and cartoony.
The story suddently popped up in my head while I was doing the final photoshops.
I just felt like writing it down.