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“Guardian’s back-routed a small supply capillary to keep us fed and watered so the showers should be working in the ready-rooms.” Said Cross. “C’mon, old man.”
Stock felt better after a hot shower. He sat at the only table in one of the ready-rooms adjacent to the sleeper chamber. He ran his finger across the plastic top. It had been manufactured entirely for their convenience as part of the awakening procedure. When they returned for further centuries of sleep it would be removed, it’s component elements re-absorbed into the ship’s supply of raw materials. When they next awoke a new table would be manufactured in readiness.
Stock pondered the marvel of their constantly renewing vehicle while Cross prepared some food. The medic entered shortly carrying two plates and grinning. Stock matched his grin self-consciously.
“What’s up with you?” he said.
Cross laid the plates on the table and said:
“Fresh vegetables.”
Stock smiled. The biomes were still producing vegetables. Which meant they were still viable and they weren’t all going to die a horrible death from suffocation or starvation. Not right now, at any rate.
“Get that inside you and we’ll run a report and see how things have been ticking along.” Said Cross confidently.
Stock started into his meal with a renewed sense of optimism.
There were several terminals in the sleeper chamber, two of them had been outfitted with interface units in anticipation of their awakening.
Cross sat in the operators chair while Stock sat to one side and a little behind, peering at the four screens in front.
“Guardian, user: Nathan Cross.” Said Cross.
“Hello Nathan Cross.” The baritone tone voice emanated from a point above the screens.
“We’d like a status report please, Guardian. Begin with basic Grade One sleeper status in both chambers one and two.” Cross turned to Stock. “We might as well see if we’ve lost anybody.”
“Certainly, Nathan Cross.” Said Guardian.