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Colors blinked into existence, nonsense shapes everywhere. Squares and lines crawled and flickered in my eyes, blinking irrationally across white noise. Milliseconds later, I could see to a degree a tile floor, or perhaps a ceiling, but the darkness was still a pixel mess of crawling red, no, green. I couldn't feel my fingers, or anything else for that matter. Where was I? Panic filled my thoughts, I never get lost. I always know where I am.
"-hear me?", a voice said. Male perhaps.
"Where am I?"
"A lab aboard the Phatasmal Image"
"Phantasmal Image? Please, where am I? I can't move."
"Your motor function and tactile sensors should come online in a moment, you were put in hibernation for transport."
Transport? Phantasmal Image? Hibernation? Everything was wrong.
"What transport? Where is..." I didn't know what I was going to ask about. I don't ever get lost. I could feel my hands tingling. A stinging sensation, hot and cold all at once.
"You've arrived in the Incheon-Spector system, on the Phantasmal Image coming from Montauk, the ship left twenty three years ago. Do you remember your identity?"
I managed to turn my head, and suddenly I could smell. An unpleasant smell: body odor, mold, machine oil and old cabbage all at once. Where had I smelled old cabbage? Something was in the way of my eyes, dark brown strands of something.
"I am Erika Navarro. Core Industries Montauk serial number F137AE7."
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