Fear is the better part of Valor

Every ounce of training and preparation the instructors and computer have imbued you with immediately collapses into a seething wave of terror. You are in a pod, being defrosted, and something is clearly wrong. You are certain all that awaits you is a slow **** as the computer fails to recycle your air, or defrosts you too fast, or explodes the seals and splatters you against the wall.

For a good few minutes the only sound you can make is a low and pitiful wail of depression. You'll never get to see the beautiful girl again, never hold her in your arms. Then your eyes defrost enough for you to finally open them. Sadly all they greats you in the completely frosted glass window. You cannot seem to move your head from the gel casing of the pod.

Panic sets in again and you feel yourself running out of air. You lift your arms and begin to slam them against the pod door, all the while screaming in utter terror. Unfortunately, your nerves are not yet awake, and so you cannot feel that you are slamming the door far too hard. You hear a sickening crack and immediately stop your flailing. Something is now broken. You can't feel it yet, but upon inspection you swear your left hand is not supposed to bend that way.

Defeated and now wounded you decay into soft whimpers and moans. Then you hear a knock on the window.