You wake up. Everything is dark with the exception of a few green and red colored lights that are hanging around. You don't know if what you are hearing is the snoring of some wild, unknown beast or the sordid rumor of some engine.
How long has it been? You ask yourself while you feel your body loosen up. Ten? Twenty? Maybe a hundred years? You don't have the means to know. The only thing you are sure now is of your mission. If you are awake it means your species has run out of options and has decided to lean towards the space conquest. Therefore, your success or failure is also the success or failure of your kin.
You lift your right arm, wondering if there is something in front. Nothing, just the absorbing darkness, sucking even your thoughts. "Welcome to the after cryo-stasis life," you hear a reverberating voice, and surprises you that you can understand it. "Soon we'll be ready to step out. You know what you have to do. This is our last chance to continue as life in this uni