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“Shit.” he said groggily, “Something ain’t right.”

He began to hoist himself out of the cryopod, but fell to the

floor.

Gabe winces. How long has it been? Damn legs don’t work.

As he pulled himself off the floor, his senses started to return to

him.

Where is everyone? He pondered. Did no one else wake up? I need to

figure out what’s going on.

As he slowly brought his weight onto the opaque hull of one of the

remaining cryopods, the surrounding computers slowly began to spur

to life. Peering at the nearest terminal, he began to notice that

things were not as they seemed. The dating across the ship’s

systems were wrong, and everything seemed to be reset.

“Guess there was a full system wipe. I hope there are backups.” He

mumbled, annoyed, as he began to punch in commands into the

terminal.

*** TRANSCRIBING ENTERED COMMANDS ***

E-OS 2.12.5 EVENTUALITY TTY237

Eventuality login: gsimmons

Password:

Last login: Thur Jan 1 12:00:00 on TTY1

RUN> RESTORE BACKUPS

23 BACKUPS FOUND…

REVERT TO LATEST? (??? DAYS, ??? YEARS AGO) Y/N: Y

RESTORATION IN PROGRESS, SYSTEM LOCKOUT.

Well, he thought, at least there’s something… Terminals should be

accessible soon enough. In the meantime, I should find something to

eat.

Feeling confident in himself, he pushed himself off and stood up.

Legs weak, stomach grumbling, he stumbled towards the barren mess

hall.