CS Extropy Rising, one light-day outside Galáré system.
Sophont intervention required.
Supercargo processor: Engage emergency revival sequence for Command Conference in accordance with protocol 1030.
Core, Cryobay Ess Zero.
Fire and ice.
Microwaves hammered at the frozen bodies hanging in the thick blue gel that filled the cryotubes, bringing them slowly back up to a temperature suitable for bringing them back to life. Tapping their energy as flesh thawed, the crude nanites perfused into the bodies’ tissues before chill-down came sluggishly into action, attempting to patch the gross damage of cryostasis with a sensation like ten-thousand red-hot needles, then sending painful trickles of electrical current down raw nerves to coax activity from reawakening muscles and organs.
Flight Commander Svínif Andracanth-ith-Cyranth leaned over the side of his cryotube, wet, naked and shivering, and spewed a long stream of greasy gray-green freezer-porridge onto the deckplates; then hung there, caught between coughing, retching, and trying not to do both at once. Around him in the bay, he was aware through the sick throbbing in his head of the rest of the command crew doing much the same.
“…I repeat: Non-emergency critical exception in progress. Command Conference to the bridge, please. Command Conference to the bridge.”