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A dry, swollen throat and ringing in her ears. She’d not expected those as the first sensations after death.
“How the hell is she waking up, Miranda?”
Bitter cold was next.
“Shit! Cryogenic malfunction.” Not dead. Not anymore, then. “Fuck! Her brain function will be in peril if it lasts longer than two minutes. Back-up systems rebooting.”
Why couldn’t she feel the rest of her body? Where had it gone? Why couldn’t she see?
“There.” Warning beeps and arctic ice inside her skull. “Back to sleep you go, commander Shepard.”
Commander Shepard.
That had been her name once.
Hadn’t it?
