 If David had entirely forgotten his life prior to the mission, what would've happened?
CAPTAIN CHAOS By D. ALLEN MORRISSEY Science equipped David Corbin with borrowed time; sent him winging out in a state of suspension to future centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories November 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "Your name is David Corbin. Over the mesh-covered speaker, two knobs glowed red. "Your name is David Corbin. The mesh-covered hole and the two lights looked like a caricature of a face, set in a panel of dials. I reached down to the tightness that held my body, found the wide strap that held me and fumbled with the buckle. How do you describe being weightless when you are born into a world bound by gravity. There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. That I was floating in a room that had a curved wall ... that nothing was right in this hostile room? I rubbed them across my face, feeling the solidity of flesh and bone, afraid to think too hard about myself. "My name ... my name is...." "Your name is David Corbin." The name meant nothing to me, but I thought about it, watching the relentless lights that shone below the dials. I was naked except for heavy shorts, and there was no clue to my name in the pockets. Walking was like treading water that couldn't be seen or felt. I reasoned it was there to propel yourself through the passageway in this weightless atmosphere. I turned on my side like a swimmer and went hand over hand, shooting down the corridor. I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of what I saw through the portholes in the wall of the room. There was no depth to the searing brightness of countless stars. After the first shock of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I couldn't read the maps that were fastened to a table, nor understand the function or design of the compact machinery. WHY, Why, Why? I had a brief vivid picture of a night sky on Earth. Now it must tell me why I didn't. It must tell me.... "Your name is David Corbin. It was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes. "You have been removed from suspension.
 He probably wouldn't be able to fly the ship very well, leading to dangerous outcomes.
 He probably would've done a bad job at healing his crew.  He probably would've failed to wake up the rest of his crew.  He probably wouldn't be able to fly the ship very well, leading to dangerous outcomes.  He probably would've flirted with Karen a bit more.