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I’m outside Pip’s room. I’ve been walking through non-distinct hallways—they don’t do clutter on this spaceship—with Charles following me on various screens dotted around the walls. He’s right to hide behind his camera. I don’t care if he’s really an eight-foot tall lizard, I’m going to strangle him if I get the chance.
The door slides open, and I step inside. There’s one cryogenic chamber and a tray table carrying some medical supplies. A sole screen adorns the wall.
Right on schedule, the lid of the chamber opens, releasing a harmless steam. At least I think it’s harmless. Hopefully inhaling it won’t kill me in forty years. Yeah, I’m looking at you asbestos.
I move closer, and then I see him. The Draconian Administrator! It’s a trap, Charles is trying to kill me. I back away, but
