Good afternoon Eric Whitechapel. I am Marco, the ship AI. The memorial service the Captain mentioned will be held at 1900 hours tonight. Time of day is now 15.40, on february 18th 2157. below your cryo pod you will find a grey jumpsuit so you will not be naked heading towards the decontamination showers. Just follow the orange arrows projected on the floors for your convenience. Afterwards, please report to the medical department for post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.

"Alrighty, thanks Marco." Eric replies without fully processing what the AI had said. He begins to clumsily climb down from his cryo-pod still gazing around at the vast chamber in awe.
Taking a moment he tried once again to organize his thoughts speaking aloud softly as he did so.
"Let's see, follow the arrows to the shower and then to medical... Orange arrows, check. Gonna need that jumpsuit. Huh, looks like the one I used to wear for the Car Clinic back west...
Back. on. Earth.. I mean."
As his hands grab hold of the jumpsuit, the rest of what the AI had said register and Eric stands bolt upright.

"Uhhh... Marco?... What time did you say it was again?" His mind starts racing, calculating, hoping he had heard wrong. That couldn't have been right. "And the year?"

He slowly starts to step into the jumpsuit taking another look around the enormous room he's in and all of the thousands of cold, almost lifeless pods but this time instead of awe, he suddenly feels very much alone. A feeling he had thought he would be far more comfortable with.

Time is now 15.41, february 18 2157, Eric. Have a nice day.

The news hit home this time. Halfway into his jumpsuit Eric stops.
"It was supposed to be six years. The gents in Dallas told me six years..."
My dad....
My life...
My friends...
Sure I wasn't gonna see any of them again but they would've still been out there. Living, breathing, being, something... But now... 2157... Floating who knows where on an enormous ship, holding what may very well be the last of humanity... Most of whom are still frozen like a bunch of ice cubes ready to be popped out of their tray into a completely unexpected glass of reality.
Stumbling through a haze of thoughts he lands on one word that he almost verbalizes but instead keeps to himself.
Why?

As Eric continues to process this knew found knowledge he begins to follow the arrows to the decontamination shower where he slowly comes to a resolve.

The past is done and gone. The future is all that matters. There has to be something he can do to keep his mind from wandering the darkest reaches of his soul. And there must be someone who can point him to that task. Time to find them.

"Marco you mentioned a medical checkup. Could you point me in the right direction?"

----> Medical
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Blissful floating. Edel felt like a feather being carried by the streams of a comfortable wind as she started to inch closer and closer to consciousness. Suddenly a shower of water mixed with chemicals fell from the dreamy blue sky, pushing her abruptly to a conscious state of mind. Gasping for air, Edel emerged from the liquid that preserved her body. Her hands grasped the sides of the cryo pod as if her survival depended on it. She sat up, immediately regretting it as her vision started to spin, threatening to throw her back into the fluids she just came out of. It took her a great deal of effort to avoid that.

After a minute spent catching her breath, she started to pay attention to other sensory inputs. Her wet hair flattened against her forehead. Her eyes darted around the room. The few dim lights hurt her eyes at first, but after she took in the stillness of the wide chambers, worry started to creep up from the back of her mind. Why was she the only one waking up? A closer look told her that others had already woken up, but that did far from comforting her. The quietness was overwhelming. "He-hello? Anyone?" Her voice intonation betrayed the fear she was trying to keep in check.
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Good afternoon Edel Thyssen. I am Marco, the ship AI. Time of day is now 16.40, on february 18th 2157. Below your cryo pod you will find a grey jumpsuit so you will not be naked heading towards the decontamination showers. Just follow the orange arrows projected on the floors for your convenience. Afterwards, please report to the medical department for post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.
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The unexpected voice startled her already tense nerves. After relatively calming down, she peered over the edge of the cryogenic pod, finding the jumpsuit. Wait. That's not right. "Marco, did you say 2157? Do you have an explanation for this? And why am I waking up now?"

I said it is 2157 because it is 2157 Edel. Februari eighteen, 16.41 to be exact. You are waking up because of a glitch in my systems. Unfortunately some corrupt programming causes me to wake up people at random.

The silence of the Cryo Chamber was deafening and it was abruptly broken by a click and a hiss. Raven began to wake from her slumber slowly and reluctantly.

The feeling of disorientation was overwhelming followed by confusion, fear and the need to escape her confines.

Then realization, her memories began flooding back as if a dam had burst in her mind.
The life she had left behind, friends, fond memories. Her entire world.
A past now only a memory.

The pod was not great for her claustrophobia. She pushed with her arms and legs against to pod trying to force it open. She had no energy for this though and quickly her body forced her to give up, regardless of what her mind wanted.

With another loud hiss, and a soft thud of unlocking, the pod slowly opens and Raven burst out and landed on her knees in a puddle cryo fluid trying to catch her breath as though she had been suffocating the whole journey.

"That is not at all pleasant!" She announced as she climbed to her feet. "Where are my clothes??" She looked around "Where is everyone?"

Earth is gone. An overwhelming feeling of loneliness threatened to rise up from deep within her, but it was quickly suppressed. "Do...do we have another destination? Or are we just floating around?" She asked as she was pulling herself out of the tank. The sound of a depressurizing pod made froze her. She turned in the direction of the sound, noticing an unknown woman exiting it rather ungracefully. Conscious of her naked upper body, she immediately dipped back into the tank, leaving only her head out.

Good afternoon Raven Haywood. I am Marco, the ship AI. Time of day is now 16.43, on february 18th 2157. Below your cryo pod you will find a grey jumpsuit so you will not be naked heading towards the decontamination showers. Like Edel to your left, just follow the orange arrows projected on the floors for your convenience. Afterwards, please report to the medical department for post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.
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In reply to CS-8 Marco Polo (msg # 146):

"Hmmm, Nice to meet you Marco... Edel..." She nodded towards Edel as she got the jumpsuit out and began to get dressed making no effort to cover her naked form, she smiled as she got dressed, looking around at the ceeling. "So tell me Marco, are you capable of making friends?"

Define friends please

She blinked perplexed at the confidence of the other woman. Maybe I have a problem she thought. Edel nodded back and smiled. "Hello..." She wanted to say more, but held back after the lady engaged conversation with the AI. Well, time to move your genetically designed butt. She got out of the pod and quickly put on the jumpsuit. Following the orange arrows previously indicated my Marco, she walked at first slowly and unsteadily towards the showers. Whatever medications were in her body, they still hadn't worn off completely from her body. Luckily, it wasn't long before her pace returned to normal.
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She watched and examined as the other woman wondered off.

"A friend is a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations. Someone you enjoy being with or talking to.... Does your AI stretch that far? Or are you purely for helping day to day ship operations?"

She finished zipping up her jumpsuit.

Although I have numerous protocols , I cannot say I can feel affection Raven. You can however ask me about countless subjects.

Very well, here are a couple of questions for you. Are you able to learn and expand your own programming and protocols? Also, who screwed up? The date isn't what it should be, don't tell me you didn't notice that Marco?"

She started slowly strolling in the direction of the orange arrows.

Due to security protocols I can not answer those questions.

The shower was quick and cold. She did not enjoy it, but it did a tremendous job at clearing her mind. She dried herself up and tried to make herself more presentable and less just-woke-up-from-cryostasis by combing her hair with her hands. It was a half-success. Feeling refreshed, Edel followed the signs to medical.

--> Medical

"Puzzling... But alright..." She said heading towards the decontamination showers. Once done she headed to medical.

[To Medical]

Awareness returned slowly as the pod hissed and she began to awake. Mariko stretched muscles that hadn't moved much in the past few years, if at all and slowly began climbing out of the pod.

"It feels like I just went in. I wonder if I dreamed." She muses as she steps onto the deck and quickly realises that she is naked and quite cold.

She quickly reaches for the small footlocker and pulls out the standard issue cryo uniform, dressing as the shivers get worse.

"Hello? Anyone else awake?" She asks, looking at the pods nearest her.

Mariko headed straight for the decon shower as soon as she was dressed, remembering the briefing she had been given in the days leading up to climbing into the pod and, as she had been warned, the spray was cold.

'All I've been since waking up is cold.' She mused as she dried off, still shivering even after putting the drab grays back on.

The brief indicated she needed to head to medical next so she started heading that way, concerned, and slightly incensed at the lack of personnel she had encountered in her time out of the pod.

"Marco, this is Lt. Koizumi. Are you online?"

Good day Mariko. Ofcourse I am online. Please proceed to medical after your shower for a post cryo check-up. Afterwards the captain would like to speak with you.
Time of day is now 18.02, february 18th 2157. Have a nice day.

The Lt. stopped in the hall as if she had been poleaxed. "2157? What's going on, Marco? Is that date correct and why are there so few crew up and about?"

She starts walking to medical a bit more quickly this time.

The date is correct Mariko. You have been woken up 115 years too late, and at about 70 lightyears from our original destination of Alpha Centauri. The captain will fill you in.
There is so little crew about because I have not yet woken them up. The captain has not given the order to wake any civilians yet. Unfortunately due to a hack in my programming I have woken up some anyway. These troubles are being looked at and fixed. Have a nice day.