An Empty Shell

From the author of [M]other comes a new tale of gruesome horror.

Outside the spacecraft, the memory unit drifted ominously like a black moon. Planetary in size, it could hold the knowledge of an entire galaxy within its dead scales. Why such memory units were necessary, Orson didn't know.
He would no doubt become used to his prison cell of a ship after four more years out here. He would become content to stay in this cell and gaze out over his own private splinter of oblivion.

When a simple specimen harvest crew stumble upon an empty derelict vessel, they find more than they had bargained for. What will they carry back aboard their own ship?