<< BACK TO RELAY ONE LOG *** WAKE-UP FOR G. SIMMONS COMPLETE *** *** BEGIN AUDIOVISUAL TRANSCRIPTION *** “Shit.” he said groggily, “Something ain’t right.” He began to hoist himself out of the cryopod, but fell to the floor. Gabe winces. How long has it been? Damn legs don’t work. As he pulled himself off the floor, his senses started to return to him. Where is everyone? He pondered. Did no one else wake up? I need to figure out what’s going on. As he slowly brought his weight onto the opaque hull of one of the remaining cryopods, the surrounding computers slowly began to spur to life. Peering at the nearest terminal, he began to notice that things were not as they seemed. The dating across the ship’s systems were wrong, and everything seemed to be reset. “Guess there was a full system wipe. I hope there are backups.” He mumbled, annoyed, as he began to punch in commands into the terminal. *** TRANSCRIBING ENTERED COMMANDS *** E-OS 2.12.5 EVENTUALITY TTY237 Eventuality login: gsimmons Password: Last login: Thur Jan 1 12:00:00 on TTY1 RUN> RESTORE BACKUPS 23 BACKUPS FOUND… REVERT TO LATEST? (??? DAYS, ??? YEARS AGO) Y/N: Y RESTORATION IN PROGRESS, SYSTEM LOCKOUT. Well, he thought, at least there’s something… Terminals should be accessible soon enough. In the meantime, I should find something to eat. Feeling confident in himself, he pushed himself off and stood up. Legs weak, stomach grumbling, he stumbled towards the barren mess hall.