Yetsum’s eyes snapped open; his breathing was frantic, his
heart racing. Waking from cryosleep in the past had always been a gradual
process. His eyes darted around. Something was wrong. The pod hadn’t opened and
the air smelled funny.
He shoved against the heavy lid of the chamber, grunting.
It creaked open. Yetsum sat up and looked around, confused. He remembered the
room being a comforting blue color with lots of soft angles. Now it was the
color of blood and rust, angles disjointed and uncomfortable to look upon. He
heard unfamiliar noises coming through the doorway of the room.
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