To Infinity and Beyond

It would seem he was transported to Jumpspace but somehow, not through it. Here he drifted. And drifted. And drifted.

No light. No sound. No anything, as far as he could tell. His internal clock was damaged and additional information from his mission was lost to the surge that had run through him during the transport. He was unsure of who or what he was but became aware that he had little else to do than explore. Probing as much of his memories as possible and self-examination, physical and mental, he determined he was a construct. He had a vague recollection of his initial creators. He could recall specific skills and knowledge, different languages he knew, but not entirely how he had gotten them. Or why.

Time went on. Days? Weeks? Perhaps years. It was difficult to determine in the vastness of what he called the Null. He taught himself thought exercises. Songs. Even basic beats that he could perform upon his metallic framework to produce different sounds. Was this to maintain a level of sanity? Was it even actually happening or just a figment of his mind? One more of the infinite unknowns to him.