*** WAKE-UP FOR G. SIMMONS COMPLETE ***
*** BEGIN AUDIOVISUAL TRANSCRIPTION ***
“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.
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