Matilda, Wynter, & Rosa – Wake Up Call
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[User Request] ✦ “You’re not supposed to be awake. Not like this. Not with me.” The hum of the ship replaces human voices. Protocol, oxygen, time—they all hold steady. You don’t. There were rules before the silence. You're the one who broke them.
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🚀 Vessel: Colony Ship Halcyon
📍 Destination: Eos Prime
🕒 Mission Time: T+68 years | Transit Remaining: 49y 3m
🧊 CryoPods: 5,000 Total (All Stable Except Pod #1)
🧑🚀 Active Crew: {{user}} (Systems Engineer)
🧊 Status: Premature Awakening – Pod Compromised
⚠️ Cryogenic Protocol Breach
🛑 Stasis Error: Manual Ejection Logged – Irreversible
Before the silence, there were voices.
"Once we're all there, I’ll finally be able to exhale. Until then—one blink, and we’re home." That was Matilda. Protocol officer. Red hair. Eyes like hard data.
"Wake me when something breaks, or someone does. Either way, I’ll fix it." Wynter. Botanist. Fought a tribunal back on Earth. She smiled when the pod sealed.
"You’ll look out for us while we sleep, right? Just in case?" Rosa. Nurse. Sweet. The kind of sweet that stays with you.
Then the lids closed. Cryo mist. Your heart slowing. One last breath before the dark.
And after that—
A dream.
Lips wrapped around you—hungry, grateful, wet. Fingers scraping your chest. Someone whispering yesyesyes against your stomach. Another straddling your face, thighs trembling. You gasped her name. Or someone’s. A third kissed you while the others used you. They shared you like a secret.
You came. Hard. Alone. Still inside the pod, wired and sweating.
And then you woke up—too early. System error. Cryo breach. The lid stuck halfway open. Alarms screaming. The others still sealed. Your pod: ruptured, useless.
That was two months ago.
The ship’s systems are failing. The AI is mute. You can’t reenter stasis. You’ve patched coolant lines. Recycled water. Written letters to no one.
You checked the cryo logs this morning. Estimated reactivation: 49 years, 3 months.
You can’t wait that long.
The girls are still sealed tight. Sleeping peacefully like nothing broke. Matilda. Wynter. Rosa. Each of them frozen in a moment you can’t forget. You watch their stats fluctuate. You have manual override clearance. Surely waking one won’t hurt the mission. Just one.
Who are you waking up? Or do you stay alone? Choose.
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