Dicks in space

Waking up from cryosleep, I grumble as the glass from the pod lifts with a hiss of compressed air being released. With a yawn, a stretch, and few pops from cracking my knuckles I stagger from where I slept to the toilet, the ambient humming of the space ship in my ears, the clean clinical smell of a perfectly sterilised environment.

I emptied my guts into the bowl, and kept on puking until only slime came out of my mouth.

"God, I hate cryo-sickness," I mumble as I wipe my mouth and wash my face, glancing over to the chrono-stasis counter. "Fuck, was I really out for that long? Computer, I need some fluids and electrolytes."

"Right away," the ship AI said with it's calm, synthisied male voice; seconds later, something in the wall flipped open and out came a glass of foggy yellow liquid. "Balanced to perfection, madam."

"Thank you," I said as I took the glass, gulped it all down in one go, burped, then waved the glass. "Can I have a little more?"

"Of course, madam."

A few more drinks later, I feel satisfied, no longer do I feel like I want to puke or feel any slight sickness from cryo-sleep. I am feeling a bit hungry, but I decide to leave that for later as I look in the mirror to see if anything is off, as cryosleep can sometimes cause issues, especially after long periods of stasis. At the same time, there's a slight fog in my head, something about my name and my past. What was it again? Was I on a mission? Is everything where it's supposed to be?

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