 Why did everyone have to wake up?
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. 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. 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. They stood for anything I might guess, and something kept pricking my mind, telling me I had no time to guess. Four people in all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or the reason for that dependence. It meant the engine or engines took up half the ship, cut off from the forward half by the instrument studded shield. The silence was a force in itself, pressing down from the metal walls, driving me back to the comforting smallness of the room where I had been reborn. I had literally been reborn in this room, equipped with half ideas, and no point to start from, no premise to seek.
 Everyone had their own job on the ship that needed doing.
 Everyone had to help fly the ship so it wouldn't crash into the G type star.  Everyone worked in pairs in the same position so they needed their partners.  Everyone had their own job on the ship that needed doing.  Everyone remembered small elements of what was going on and wanted to keep the information to themselves.