CENTAURI - The Seeds are Spaceborn (PM to Contribute first)

[Luis Antonio]

It was very confortable environment. Every muscle in his body was happy, his position in the bed was fabulous. In fact, not even the many sensors that had been placed over his body were a problem now. He had awoken, with a noise, wich started far away, very far away, but was so constant and so much disturbing in his confortable dream - was it a dream? - that made his eyes open to reality once again.

A dark environment appeared ahead of him. But a tiny green light was flashing ahead. When he moved his body, the constant noise stopped, and the bed started moving.

"Hypersleep. Again." Then he started a slow motion from his hand, indending to reach the button. The screen behind the green light started to work, displaying *Breathing liquid drain in five minutes. Acknowledge?* He pressed OK. He could feel he was upside down. And, he could also feel his blood pumping on the head. "Sh... this is gona be another of those weeks." The water level soon became low. The sound sistem was once again the comunication way.

*Clear your lungs out of water. Breathe three times.* He was coughing, and his lungs were claiming for liquid. His hands were suspended all this time and now he had a feeling of unease when not protected on water. The touch feeling was disgusting, not to mention the air on his lungs seemed like needles. And it was so cold, so cold... Breathe one, breathe two, breathe three times. Deep. Filling the lungs with air, despite the pain. He trained for that. A long time ago.

The screen and audio sistem showed another warning. *Activate the rotation sistem via voice command.*

_Return me to normal gravity position C, if you please.

The hypersleep "bed", or "tomb" as they used to call it has put itself to work and started rotation. His breathing still hurt him a lot, but he knewed he gotta get out of there and have some hot water bath, clothes and the painfull feeling of gravity. "Another week... They dont pay me enough for that." Now it was not only his head. He could feel his heartbeats in his whole skin. And it was friggin annoying. The door opened. And then he could see some light.

He placed his hands in front of the eyes, for even this light has been hard for him, but when he did that the sensors have been striped of his skin, hurting him a bit. "Damn. When am I going to learn?" Then he retrieved the rest of them, and started to walk toward the doorway.

There, he found a bathroom. Showers. And clothes.

[Luis Antonio]

He also found out that his fingernails will fall, he had no hair on his whole body, and that his skin was really really ugly, with a dead thing aspect. But he knewed that. The entire crew did. And the hot water along with the medicinal soaps will create a chain reaction of self protection on the body, allowing his skin to grow again.

But for the first three weeks he will feel like a snake exchanging skin. And he will need to bath every twelve hours, to avoid blood circulation problems. Not to mention the smell of rotting skin.

As it was intended on the first traveling plan, he was the first to come by itself. After all, he was the chief medical officer. That mean that he would avoid panic on the other crewmembers and the colonizing staff on the time of re-birth. By now his first given assignment was to place something on his wounds and to use the standard medication.

And, of course, he was in need to fill his stomach with something, for he was far away from earth, but was still a human being.

[Luis Antonio]

The first thing that he would swallow was soup. Nice soup, made by one of the food sinthetyzers. The taste was not very good, but his tongue might be reconstructing as well. He remembered the time at the training halls when he will wake up after a week or so on hipersleep chambers, and the food, wich looked delicious, was just nasty in taste.

As he eated, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Hello mister. Are you allright? Ready for the briefing?"
"Yes, father, as soon as I finish this meal." The spoon reached his mouth again."Hows the trip going?" He asked as standard procedure.
"Oh, only small problems. A few errands I needed to assign the bots for, one micrometeor crash that opened up a hole in sector h-2 the size of a needle. And the colony on Centauri has not yet stablished contact. Well, at least not after last christmas, when they've sent us a very warm greeting."
"How is medstats of the crew? Any weird reading?"
"It is better that you finish your meal before we discuss that, I'm afraid."
"Who died?"
"Perkins, and TT."
"Perkins? You sure?" He did not need to ask, but it is a common human reaction.
"Yes, Perkins."
"We are doomed. Do you have the readings? I want to start reading them now."
"Yes, just a second doctor... There it go."
One sheet of paper got out of a small place in the wall. In fact, Father could have used the food sinthetyzer to do that, but he liked to put the right things at the right place.
"Coma, shocks during the hipersleep... then sudden heart atack. Have you used Komori stimulation?"
"Yes, Komori and also sticking him with a new heart... nothing happened."
"Suspension?"
"Yes, he is in suspension, but his brain ceased to work a tenday ago. Poor man."
"Missed his home for a four day lapse in a ten year travel... man, this is disgusting."
"Can you avoid calling me that? I'm Father, if you please, or artificial person. That is a therm I prefer myself."
"As proud as ever. And TT? What happened to him?"
"The meteorite hit his chamber. 45% of his body mass has been suck3d into space. He is in the cryotube, waiting for autopsie."
"Oh, that is a pain in the back way..." He swallowed the last part of the soup, that was heavy in his stomach despite the small amount he had eaten. "Can the solitude be avoided? Hehe..."
"I'm afraid not, doctor. At least not for the next three days. The waking up procedure has started for all of the crew, but the next one will be ready only by wednesday."
"Oh, I never meant that solitude... I meant... oh, forget it. You'll never be depressed anyway. How is my place?"
"Your sleepers are ready."
"I've slept enough... time to work. Autopsie now?"

He headed for the autopsie room, with the corridor lights awakening as he passed, and revealing the cold and plastic place he was confined to be for the next six months.

[Luis Antonio]

Sitting in a small room, filled with tubes. Vertical tubes, transparent, filled with fluid that, when held in your hand, was just like water, but wont react with your organism, due to his The room glowed green, alas, as 90% od the ship lightining when the crew should be sleeping. In two of those tubes, bodies.

Should, cause he was the first one... the first to awake. And the last to sleep. Ever. He needed to be together with all and every colonist who went to the bed - 495 human beings.

The computer screen greeted him. Types his pword. His logon name. Medofic. And started the biomed booting routin. All sistems are allright. All medi-surgeon aparatus are true online.

He hit Autopsie on the procedures submenu.

Jar # 49 and #43 currently avaiable.

#49. Record:

From: Father.
Subject: Colonist #073, Thomas Yuri Tun, 26 years old, ISS officer, 3rd rank, Dead in Travel.
Death causes: Hull breach affected #073 tube, creating a crack on the tank structure. Father contacted by internal sistem to avoid air and live losses, but time for repair drones and tools to arrive has not been enough to avoid the loss of living tissue through the breached environment. Time for drones to close the breach: 14 minutes from Father command.
Order of facts:
1-Hull breach.
2-Air pressure starts down.
3-Tank breach detected.
4-All other tanks removed to lower decks.
5-Drone #113 scout the external shell. Damage recognized.
6-Internal Drone #007 scout the internal breach.
7-No pressure lost on the other compartments, sealing manuever successfull.
8-Drone #113 starts repairing the external case, and is lost. (Event 339)
9-Second drone team sent to repair external locks. Nanobots arrive to internal components repair.
10-Drone #007 closes the internal breach.
11-Drone #007 check sistems on #221 hipersleep chamber.
12-#221 hipersleep traveler is declared oficially dead by the medscan.
...
There were other entries as well. The doctor pressed (Event 339) on the list.

[Luis Antonio]

Report #339:

Database access error.

He scratched his head. Thats absolutely abnormal.

Debug Report #339 Errors.

Database access error. NO INPUT FOUND. Please contact the sistem administrator.

Once gain he scratched his head, and noticed his fingernail was loose. *S*&%* he said. *Lets see if I can get some info on this...* He thought.

_Father, what happened to Report #339?
_The report has too many inconsistencies. I've tried to debug it prior to your wakening, but it was unsuccessful.
_Have you recovered the lost drone?
_Unfortunately, the ammount of calculated energy to do that was too great, and our subroutines have a standard calculation sistem wich realized that it was not worth it, since the air leaking has stopped.
_But what was the cause of the loss?
_A concussion happened. We were dodging a micrometeor shower, after our shields had been wasted, on the outer asteroid belts and clouds. However, I'm not able to give you exact answers on this matter, since the internal camera sistem was enabled, and the external cameras had been shut down for optimal energy usage.
_Nevermind. I would like to activate bioscan and start the autopsie for real, can you help me?
_Yes. Please sit down and relax, the sistems are being turned on.

[Luis Antonio]

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Three hours later, he was completely tired. The examinations on both bodies shown nothing really unexpected, except for the fact that Perkins had visible signs of sistem stress, something really odd for such a long time on hypersleep.

He downloaded this data on his ISS standard arm computer, and returned to his room. And slept for real.