Skeith Takahata II
Lesbian Anarchist
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2009
- Location
- Elsewhere
They came without warning. The reaped our crops, our minerals, our water, our people. We fought back as best we could. But for every vessel we destroyed, hundreds more took their place. In the end, we had but one option. With our remaining resources we built massive vessels to house our survivors and shuttle them off world. We had to abandon our home, and search the stars for a place to start over. Many were lost in our attempt to escape, but of the few that managed to break free of their stockade, one vessel would determine the fate of humanity.
They say you don't dream in cryogenic stasis, that when you awake it feels like you only slept a couple of hours. If only it were true. Nightmares plagued one of the young civilians. Haunting visions of her family's obliteration, and her city's destruction. Every time a survivor died in stasis, she heard the haunting echo of the ship's computer announcing the deceased identification number, and the subsequent flushing of the corpse into space.
"System Activation Protocol - 11079." A mechanical voice echoed through the corridors of the massive ship. "Administrative staff awakening procedure is in effect. It has been 179 Earth Years since this vessel's departure. Good morning Administrator." The pod hissed, as steam escaped from it's pores. Slowly the glass shielding lifted away to reveal the form of a young woman, wearing standard issue undergarments. She slowly began to stir within the pod, her body shivering as she struggled to warm herself, the blood slowly learning how to circulate again. She coughed aggressively for several minutes, forcing her lungs to expand and take in oxygen. "All administrative staff are deceased. Your candidacy was evaluated and recognized as positive." Slowly the young woman sat up, her body still shaking. "It may take time for the disorientation from cryogenic stasis to wear off."
Her eyes slowly opened, she stared through blurred vision, trying to make sense of her surroundings. "So, it wasn't a nightmare." She mumbled lightly as she struggled to stand, her legs feeling like gelatin. She looked at the adjacent window, seeing the rush of stars as they flew past the vessel now at warp. She struggled towards the locker room, bracing against the wall as she walked. A hot shower and a hot meal. That's what she needed. She turned a faucet, allowing water to poor into the sink. She allowed it to fill her cupped hands before splashing it in her face. She stared at her reflection as her vision cleared. Seeing snow white hair, cut to a short and messy style. "White?" She asked as she touched her hair. She distinctly remembered being a red head when she'd left earth. "Computer, offer specifics on cryogenic stasis side effects."
"Survivor 11079 - Hatchet, Sybil. Administrator. Age 23. Bloodtype O. Surviving Kin: None." The computer paused for a long moment before continuing. "Administrator Hatchet, your stasis pod experienced a harmless mutation that occurs when stasis fluid mingles with the blood stream. The pigment in your flesh has been washed out, resulting in Albinism."
"Oh." She responded, as if it had made perfect sense. "Anything else?"
"As is to be expected of Administrators aboard Colony Class Vessels, certain genetic augmentations have been made to ensure heightened survival rate, and enhanced breeding potential."
"Enhanced breeding potential?" She asked aloud. "Like what, heightened libido? Increased pregnancy success rate?"
"Yes. And certain gender modifications have been made to permit fathering or mothering of offspring."
"What!?" She shouted. She quickly looked down at her crotch, seeing a bulge in her panties that wasn't present before.
"All details were included in your briefing packet upon take off. Page 19, Paragraph 7: Inherited Responsibilities."
She remembered the packet, now that it was mentioned. But she had never imagined it would come fruition. "Understood..." She mumbled quietly. "See to the awakening of other Administrators."
"Affirmative."
Sybil shook her head before stripping away her undergarments and climbing into a shower stall. She looked down at her new appendage. Wondering if it would ever actually see use. She struggled to ignore it as she turned on the hot water, allowing it to warm her extremely cold body.
They say you don't dream in cryogenic stasis, that when you awake it feels like you only slept a couple of hours. If only it were true. Nightmares plagued one of the young civilians. Haunting visions of her family's obliteration, and her city's destruction. Every time a survivor died in stasis, she heard the haunting echo of the ship's computer announcing the deceased identification number, and the subsequent flushing of the corpse into space.
"System Activation Protocol - 11079." A mechanical voice echoed through the corridors of the massive ship. "Administrative staff awakening procedure is in effect. It has been 179 Earth Years since this vessel's departure. Good morning Administrator." The pod hissed, as steam escaped from it's pores. Slowly the glass shielding lifted away to reveal the form of a young woman, wearing standard issue undergarments. She slowly began to stir within the pod, her body shivering as she struggled to warm herself, the blood slowly learning how to circulate again. She coughed aggressively for several minutes, forcing her lungs to expand and take in oxygen. "All administrative staff are deceased. Your candidacy was evaluated and recognized as positive." Slowly the young woman sat up, her body still shaking. "It may take time for the disorientation from cryogenic stasis to wear off."
Her eyes slowly opened, she stared through blurred vision, trying to make sense of her surroundings. "So, it wasn't a nightmare." She mumbled lightly as she struggled to stand, her legs feeling like gelatin. She looked at the adjacent window, seeing the rush of stars as they flew past the vessel now at warp. She struggled towards the locker room, bracing against the wall as she walked. A hot shower and a hot meal. That's what she needed. She turned a faucet, allowing water to poor into the sink. She allowed it to fill her cupped hands before splashing it in her face. She stared at her reflection as her vision cleared. Seeing snow white hair, cut to a short and messy style. "White?" She asked as she touched her hair. She distinctly remembered being a red head when she'd left earth. "Computer, offer specifics on cryogenic stasis side effects."
"Survivor 11079 - Hatchet, Sybil. Administrator. Age 23. Bloodtype O. Surviving Kin: None." The computer paused for a long moment before continuing. "Administrator Hatchet, your stasis pod experienced a harmless mutation that occurs when stasis fluid mingles with the blood stream. The pigment in your flesh has been washed out, resulting in Albinism."
"Oh." She responded, as if it had made perfect sense. "Anything else?"
"As is to be expected of Administrators aboard Colony Class Vessels, certain genetic augmentations have been made to ensure heightened survival rate, and enhanced breeding potential."
"Enhanced breeding potential?" She asked aloud. "Like what, heightened libido? Increased pregnancy success rate?"
"Yes. And certain gender modifications have been made to permit fathering or mothering of offspring."
"What!?" She shouted. She quickly looked down at her crotch, seeing a bulge in her panties that wasn't present before.
"All details were included in your briefing packet upon take off. Page 19, Paragraph 7: Inherited Responsibilities."
She remembered the packet, now that it was mentioned. But she had never imagined it would come fruition. "Understood..." She mumbled quietly. "See to the awakening of other Administrators."
"Affirmative."
Sybil shook her head before stripping away her undergarments and climbing into a shower stall. She looked down at her new appendage. Wondering if it would ever actually see use. She struggled to ignore it as she turned on the hot water, allowing it to warm her extremely cold body.