A long, irritating hiss, the sound of decompression, rattled the still air. Emerging from a deep, artificially induced slumber, Richard Watkins groaned, opening his eyes a few millimetres and attempted to rise.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed across his face. He heard voices and tried to get out of his chamber, but immediately fell back, his muscles too atrophied after a decade of sleep to support his weight.
He felt his back hit his bed with a dull thud, and his brain slipped into unconsciousness as a cocoon of darkness surrounded him once more... Read more