173 touched the leftover oil at the bottom the cryo reheating unit. Still wet. The only freezing facility in this area had been looted long ago, if the state of the rest of the station was anything to go by. This lab must have been blocked off since the first solar revolution, probably by the massive lifeform whose tendrils snaked all throughout the core.
Subject 57R, according to the file, locally known as the Beast. Fortunately not 173's target. Although it was harmless, getting it home would have been a pain in the ass. The OGR researchers here probably released it to protect this area back when the enemy had tried to shut them down. Cutting through it would've been difficult back then when its skin had been tougher, but even looters could get through now that it was dying.
173 went to the sarcophagus in the corner of the room, a cryo storage unit big enough for one adult human. Or three osai if they were stacked, 173 supposed, though it had been a few defrostings since he'd seen any working with OGR. The faded label on the lid read 83N. Interesting. That particular subject had reminded 173 of someone when he'd seen their photos, though he couldn't remember who.
83N had been part of their research into long-term cryo freezing, much like 173. The body would have been augmented to quickly adapt to new environments without the need for quarantining, allowing subjects to be defrosted and sent on missions as needed. 83N had been the subject of other projects, but that part of the file had been redacted so 173 didn't care about those. Bringing them home was all that mattered.
YOU ARE READING
Time Traveler Part I (Feeling Like The World Forgot Me)
FanfictionFreedom fighter and undercover spy Ben is caught on a mission, experimented on, cryofrozen and forgotten about. He wakes to find everything he knew long gone, the luxury space station he'd been investigating now a patchwork city of outcasts, outlaws...
