 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. "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. 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. "Your name is David Corbin." I reasoned it was there to propel yourself through the passageway in this weightless atmosphere. I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of what I saw through the portholes in the wall of the room. 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. Now it must tell me why I didn't. "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. "Do not begin operations until the others are removed from suspension." The first swung back to reveal a deep closet holding five bulky suits. 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. I dared not try to operate anything. Revive the others ... instructions without knowledge were useless to me. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts, instruments, glittering equipment. It waited for human hands to make it operate. This room was filled with equipment that formed a room out of the bordered area I stood in. The ports on the side were shielded and I stared out at static energy, hung motionless in a world of searing light. There was no distortion, no movement outside and I glanced back at the dials. What speeds and perhaps, what distance? They stood for anything I might guess, and something kept pricking my mind, telling me I had no time to guess.
 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.