There is no life at all for billions and billions miles around you.
Automatic control leads the spaceship to the final destination.
All your billion sperms army, aroused with hours of waiting, is breaking outside. You just can't stop this pressure. It's so difficult to control yourself at such moments, but you have to remember about the crew number six. There is no difference for this crew where all your sperm energy will splash upon. They adore sperm for itself.