Played on 10 October, 2010

As recorded by our reporter, Manon-Thérèse Renard.

112 Years Later

Day Of Awakening

As I said before the break, I stood on the stairs and had just put my hand into a gelatinuous mass at the rim of the aperture. It was pitch dark up there so asked for a flashlight, which none of my fellow travellers had. Suppressing feelings of loathing, I scooped up a big handful of the jelly and returned to the "ground level". It was some kind of red stuff, but no blood I thought. I asked Jasmin, who was in the medical lab, to examine the goo for me.
She obliged, perhaps happy to get something done in these weird circumstances. She scraped me clean and upon seeing my shivering offered to administer a tranquilizer. I politely declined and instead hurried to the locker room where I retrieved some cigarettes and my lighter. I lit up a cigarette, my first one since going down into cryo-stasis. I noticed that a light had switched on in the upper staircase, but I felt still ill-equipped to pursue further investigations. I lit up another cigarette to steady my nerves. While reclining in my safe, Bennet (the young nervous guy) wanted to access his safe.
I retrieved my clothes and other personal belongings, but Bennet was very impatient. He wanted to follow "Rusty" and "Knut" -- I could only assume those were the android and the large, coarse man.

After gathering my wits and steadying my nerves, I once again went to investigate the upstairs aperture. There I found Rusty and Knut, who were indeed those who I surmised they were.
The room was a viewing deck. In the middle there was a large chair, a blonde seated upon it. It was Abigail, a woman I'd first written off as a ditzy bimbo. How looks can deceive, as she was interfacing with several ship-wide systems! Rusty added that it's been 112 years since our departure. A long time indeed, but shorter than anticipated.

I opened the left door on the viewing deck. It was a scanning room. Knowing that I was out of my depth, I left it and opened door number deux. It was a communications room. That was more to my liking!
I tried to contact the second spacecraft but my hailing didn't result in any response. Disappointed, I turned my efforts towards our own ship. Contacting the medical bay I reached Jasmin, who was still busy researching the goo I gave her.
Then I hailed the other rooms on the ship, but only the warming up room reacted to my calls. Mr. Morgenberg reacted very condescending, all but ordering me to hurry up and do something about the business before hanging up. Right, that'd work — but Morgenberg was in my little black book.

While I was trying to communicate Rusty et Knut had moved into the scanning room and were scanning the Marina Gamba. Bad news on all fronts: the engines were offline, we were drifting in space. Our sister-ship, the Ada Lovelace, was near but didn't respond to our hailings.
Several large breaches were found in our hull, and the "lower cryo chambers" were severely damaged. I hoped my dear family wasn't there!

After a while we all gathered in the viewing room, where the bad news was shared. An incoming call interrupted our meeting and I ran towards the communications room. The call was from the "fuel purification room" and lasts only about two seconds, before it seemed that the camera exploded.

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