Chapter Three
Cariad woke. She opened her eyes and gasped. Where was she? Then she remembered. She was aboard the Nova Fortuna. She’d made it. She’d survived cryo.
The lights above her were bright, blindingly bright, and she closed her eyes against the pain. She tried to move, but her limbs were leaden. She recalled her last memory: she’d thanked the medical team and said goodbye before they put her to sleep. It had been a weird, sad parting after they had cared for her so well while preparing her to be frozen. By the time she woke up—if she woke up—they would all be long dead and buried.
The team had been emotional too, though for some of them it was probably because they believed they were euthanizing her. Yet despite the risks, despite the unproven process of cryonically preserving p
