Meme-type thing

[cliffjumper]

Through the magic powers of FIIAM (fuck it, it's a meme) you awake, on a derelict space station. Only emergency running lights are on. In your explorations you come across room after room holding what appear to be, for lack of a better term, some sort of cradle contraption, glowing softly. Some of these feature devices, hanging racks of add-on equipment that make you, eventually, realize the purpose of these things: sex.

Or, more precisely, ways to catch sexual energy and channel it, through a system of sensors and cables, to the ship's engineering core.

In other words, if you want the lights to come on, or the food dispensers, or any higher function than life support? Get to the good stuff.