[ WP ] Something about cryogenic freezing and a person waking up to ask a computer , `` How Long ? `` .

Brett Michael Scott had been encased in superficial ice for a long time. He was vaguely aware of this as he drifted in and out of consciousness. His naked body burned from the ice cold water that had begun to build from the melting ice. It took him several hours to realize his hands were no longer hugged with ice shards and he groggily reached for his oxygen support mask. He tugged gently at the plastic and felt it rip from his face allowing him to breathe the cold air freely. 
 
 *'' Opening Pod 362'' * A female robotic voice crackled as the door opened. 
 
 Brett attempted to move his legs but his body had yet to adjust and his bones felt like they were about to crack. A blast of hot air snapped him from his thoughts as the ice melted around him, trickling into a puddle on the metal floor. Brett fell forward and landed hard on the ground. Pain shot through his body and he shivered slightly from the contrast in temperature around him. His body was raw red and he clenched and unclenched his fists attempting to get feeling back into him. 
 
 *'' Good morning Mr Scott'' * The female voice spoke again. This time it reverberated around the room and seemed to echo several times. The gentle hum of machinery quietly snuck around the room as Brett squinted against the bright lights surrounding him. The walls were white. The ceiling was white with soft blue-white lights and the ground reflected the light off its shiny surface. 
 
 *'' What....'' * Brett's voice croaked and he cleared his throat several times, trying to get feeling back in his vocal chords after such a long time. 
 
 *'' Mr Scott please repeat. `` * 
 
 Brett tried again, *'' What happened? How long have I been out? `` * 
 
 *'' You have been cryogenically frozen as requested from your late wife Mrs Scott. Deceased 2675 years, 3 months, 26 days and 32 seconds to be precise Mr Scott. `` * 
 
 Brett tried to compute the information given to him. Anger, confusion and shock washed over him like a strobe. He was conflicted with his emotions and as he lay naked on the ground he was n't sure how to feel. He felt numb and broken. Confused and shaken. Angry and weak. The emotions continued to wash over him but he was snapped from his thoughts from a cold metallic hand gripping his leg. He thrashed with his other leg to no avail as he felt himself dragged across the cold floor away from the small, white cylinder full of ice. It took several minutes of painful sharp turns and a particularly nasty bump up several stairs before he was confronted with a room full of monitors. 
 
 *'' Mr Scott. Please accept our apologies for this upsetting news. Please, take this robe. `` * A human-shaped android slapped Brett's chest with a handful of cloth material, momentarily winding him. 
 
 *'' Thanks. `` * He muttered rubbing his chest as he put his robe on. The android disappeared from the room leaving Brett still disorientated but now surrounded in monitors sporting static. 
 
 *'' Please sit down Mr Scott. Thank-you for your co-operation. Now, as requested **PLAYING VIDEO LOG 1342**'' * 
 
 The large monitor in front of Brett crackled before showing a young woman, casually dressed speaking directly into the camera. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot and she sported a wet tissue in one of her hands. Brett clenched his teeth and sat back in his seat. 
 
 *'' Brett, honey, if you're watching this then it worked. Kinda. We managed to fix the cryogenic pods but you're the only one left. You must listen to me this is really important. `` * 
 
 The young woman glanced over her shoulder at an open doorway. Soft green light flooded into the dark room she was sat in and she gestured for the figure to disappear. 
 
 *'' Susan. We must go now! `` * The figure came into view. His white robes were identical to that given to Brett but a large spatter of red coated the front and his glasses were slightly cracked. His hands shook nervously. 
 
 *'' No! Not until I've done this for Brett. He must know! `` * 
 
 *'' Susan please! There's not time for this we must get out of here its too late! `` * The figure ran for the door as Susan screamed after him. She turned back to the monitor as the figure disappeared into a stream of running bodies. 
 
 *'' Baby, you must get off this ship its not safe. 3 days into your cryogenic freezing and its all gone wrong. Everything's gone to shit and you're going to... oh....wait....no, no, stop. Please...'' * 
 
 The video feed crackled before stopping but the audio continued. 
 
 *'' Brett. Get off this ship. It's not safe any more. Its killed everyone and if you awaken you're next! `` * 
 
 **EXECUTE ORDER 1889** The female voice boomed over the speaker system. 
 
 Brett felt a cold shiver of fear creep up his spine. He slowly rose from the seat and heard the clang of metal scraping against metal from outside the door. 
 
 *'' What's going on? `` * Brett called. 
 
 *'' Access denied. `` * 
 
 *'' Computer? `` * 
 
 *'' Access denied. `` * 
 
 *'' What is order 1889? `` * 
 
 *'' Classified information. Termination will now commence. `` * 
 
 The metal clanging outside the door grew louder. The white lights in the ship dimmed to a throbbing blood red. slowly but surely the banging got louder. And louder. 
 
 Brett backed up against the wall as a bloody figure came into view. Blood dripped on the ground. The figure edged closer. Closer still. Its cold metallic face cocked its head slightly and smiled. Its eyes flashed green. 
 
 *'' Goodbye Mr Scott. Order 1889 will now be carried out. `` * Its emotionless voice carried a chill that caused Brett to shiver. 
 
 *'' Wait, there has to be some kind of mistake... what are you doing? Stop....stop....STOP!!! `` * 
 
 The last thing that Brett saw was the flash of metal as the android rose the axe high in the air and swung it for his head. 

