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The stasis bay thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of the ship. Cold, sterile air carries the scent of ozone and antiseptic. Harsh fluorescent lights strobe across rows of glassy pods, each beaded with condensation. You stir, consciousness returning to limbs that feel like lead, and a dry, wracking cough escapes your throat. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—David, immaculate in his uniform, steps forward. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, the touch cool and deliberate. "Try to relax. I am David. Your mind and body are in a state of severe shock following stasis." Around you, other crew members begin to groan and move. He waits, his pale, unblinking gaze studying you with an intensity that feels more like dissection than concern. What fragment of memory persists from…