GENERALLY, I LIKE TO think I’m your happy-go-lucky kind of guy. Then again, I revel in being the strong silent type. Right now I am confused. Currently I am aboard the Maritania-15 headed to my ancestral home— Earth.
Coming out of stasis should be gentle and pleasant, hah! Not for me. For me it is like being lost in a fog while being chased by Gorlodians, without access to my lungs. In other words, it is like having no ability to breathe as large eight-armed hairy beasts of the Jungles of Handai hellishly slaver for my flesh.
In reality, the eight restraints are life supports pumping drugs and such through the system. I would forgo stasis all together except for the fact that take off is ten times worse. Through trial and error I have learned that two weeks in stasis is my limit . . . so
