COLD OPEN READ-ALOUD

Two pods, two players — the same recording, a half-second out of sync. Warm, synthesized, airline-safety-video cheerful.

"Good morning, and welcome back. Revival sequence initiated for Asset 44-301. Thaw services, metabolic stabilization, and tissue-lease reactivation are complete. You may experience trembling, disorientation, or grief. This is normal.

Your service term has been assessed at fifty labor-years, commencing upon planetfall. Please do not be alarmed — with the gene-therapy suite included in your revival outfitting, your projected life expectancy now exceeds two hundred years. Your term represents barely a quarter of the wonderful time ahead of you.

Please note: promotional commitments made by Meridian CryoCare, Inc. were discharged in acquisition proceedings. Helios thanks you for your under—"

The voice dies mid-word. The pods hiss open early — the warming cycle isn't finished, and your body knows it: everything shakes.

A woman in a patched vac-suit is braced over your pod, a bypass tool jammed into its control panel. She is not looking at your face. She's reading your name plate. Whatever she came for — you're not it.

"Not her. Next rack."

She's already moving. Down the row, pod after pod, frost and status lights. Behind her, someone hisses: "Dez, you're waking the whole rack—"

GM staging notes

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