[ WP ] It 's 3016 , cryogenic people are being revived for the first time .

The pod opened with a noise signaling change in air pressure and temperature, steaming clouds rising from the cracks. I had waited for this moment for so long, and, finally, it had arrived. Years of study all leading up to this monumental moment. 
 
 When the pod had finished acclimatizing its host, the lid flew open revealing a small woman lying inside. She had yet to wake up fully, although you could tell that she was breathing from the small clouds periodically released from between her lips. As carefully as possible, not knowing just how fragile she would be, I moved closer to her sleeping form. To me, it was the most peaceful sight I had ever seen. 
 
 Slowly her eyes began to flicker under her eyelids, the first true sign of success. One after the other, different body parts seemed to shake and distort as if it was a test to see if all systems were still operating properly. And after such a long sleep, who could blame the human body for being a little paranoid. 
 
 I must have stood there watching her for hours before her eyes opened fully, revealing emerald gems hidden underneath. They darted around the room in confusion before centering on the only thing not comprised of white walls, me. She tried to speak but there was no sound, and I quickly handed her the cylinder of water I had prepared. She took it graciously before nearly drowning herself in the substance, clearly, a century in ice did nothing to quench one's thirst. 
 
 After breathing heavily and putting down the cylinder she thanked me In the old tongue known as `` English''. It took me a second to get used to the sensation, but I tried to recover quickly and explain to her that she was very welcome. She laughed at what I can only assume was a terribly bad accent, a musical sensation that seemed almost contagious, and I made a mental note of saving that memory for later. 
 
 After my first clumsy steps of English, we soon began one of many conversations to be had. She wondered If we could now live on other planets and was overjoyed of my candid use of the word Martians for the people living there. I asked her about the color of the sky and she gave me such a vivid description that it shook me to my core. 
 
 After a while, she started expelling air violently from her lungs, creating awful noises where before I had only heard the sweetest of voices. I asked her what was wrong but she told me it was nothing. That I would n't understand, and yet I wanted to understand so badly it hurt. But I respected her wishes, and we kept talking about all sorts of things. Silly things. 
 
 Eventually, they had to take her away, her energy was running low and she needed to recharge both by food and sleep. I remember saying goodbye and her hugging me, feeling so thin and fragile, looking brighter in tone than before. She felt almost transparent. I would n't get to see her again after that. 
 
 Eventually, they told me what had happened. Apparently, she had a virus. Not entirely unlike the ones you and I get, but still very different. Different enough that we did n't know how to fix her, did n't know how to help. But even so, I would have liked to have been there for her, before the end. Humans may have been fragile and flawed but she did n't care. She just lived, truly lived, for as long as she could. 
 

