“I MUST SAY,” ALASDAIR said when Cariad arrived at the revival center, “he’s quite a specimen.”
Aubriot lay under a sheet, unconscious, but alive.
“The finest genetic engineering money could buy,” Cariad said.
Alasdair reported that Aubriot’s vital signs were all normal and that he’d opened his eyes but then quickly lapsed back into unconsciousness again. A standard reaction after a successful revival. Cariad could vaguely remember the phase. At that time, she hadn’t been able to distinguish between dreams and waking. It had been a few hours before she understood that her cryonic suspension had come to an end and she’d survived.
Aubriot didn’t look too bad after his one hundred and eighty-four years of freezing. His skin was fresh and peeling, which was an effect of the drugs he’d been
