A few sensations seem to be trying to penetrate the fog in your woozy and incoherent mind. "Cold" is the first. In fact, cold almost seems inadequate to describe this sensation. You are absurdly, unbelievably freezing.
The second sensation is "white". Yet even as your unfocused eyes register that you are surrounded by white, this doesn't strike you as odd. You feel that you are used to white surroundings and have indeed been among them for some time now.
It is the latter observation that nudges your mind, which is gradually regaining its functionality, back towards reality. You should be cold and surrounded by white because you have been in cryo on a spacecraft. The Aurora, to be precise, on its year-long flight for the distant world dubbed Aglaea.
You rub your eyes with the heel of your hand and mutter, "Gail's going to laugh at me. People in cryo look so peaceful, but...augh."
An Interactive Fiction by katz
Release 5 / Serial number 110219 / Inform 7 build 6E72 (I6/v6.31 lib 6/12N)
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The clean white walls make this small room feel even colder than it is. There's a metal door with a seal around it on the port side of the room. Opposite the door is a cryo pod. Beside it is a green display.
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