“Welcome back to Haumea Transit Station,” the digital voice pierced through the stasis-induced tinnitus. “Your travel from Warp Gate 7 has concluded with no errors. Risa Leisure Sim 817 has completed. You are free to walk around the station to get your bearing.” Clara touched her feet to the Stasis Bay floor, a shock of cold shooting through her nervous system, a reminder of how deep her stasis had been. “Login. HaumeaNet.,” Clara stumbled to remember the protocol. “Authorization: 479, Voice Print.”
Is the floor this cold, Clara mused, or am I?