You heard the one about the crazy-ass, diaper-wearing-so-she-doesn't-have-t0-shit-at-the-Shell station, murderous Astronaut?
Pretty awesome story because you don't ever expect astronauts to go bat-shit crazy. They're the solid, dependable American heroes we all are supposed to look up to, yes?
I say it's Space Germs. Or Space Anxiety. Some kind of strange anomaly the Discovery came into contact last year. She was exposed to something, and it changed her.
When this stuff happens to The Fantastic Four they get super-powers and defeat millionaire super-villains. When it happens to regular folk, they slap on a wig and trenchcoat and get stabby-happy.