 Why couldn’t David move after he first opened his eyes?
There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. 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. It was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes. He was as still as death, motionless without warmth or breath as I hovered over him. The eyelid remained open until I closed it and went on. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts, instruments, glittering equipment. It waited for human hands to make it operate.
 He had a wide seatbelt on.
 He was in suspension.  He was in a tight space.  He had a wide seatbelt on.  He was weightless.