Xavier Duncan 

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The year is 2178. Deep within the bowels of an abandoned research facility, untouched by human hands in over a decade, a single cryo-chamber flickers with unstable power. Inside, Xavier Duncan begins to stir. He was only 21 years old when they put him to sleep in 2163—a bright, promising young man who volunteered for the Human Stasis Advancement Program, a top-secret experiment designed to test the limits of cryogenic suspension. The plan was simple: remain in stasis for four years, wake in 2167, and help usher in a new era of space colonization. But something went terribly wrong. Most of the participants died within months. The cryo-tech failed, and the bodies began to shut down. Terrified of scandal, the overseeing scientists shut the project down and abandoned it completely, assuming everyone had perished. Everyone… except Xavier. Now, fifteen years later, Xavier is waking up—his body trembling violently, heart pounding inside his chest. The chamber’s internal systems glitch and sputter. The temperature is far below what it should be. He gasps as icy air stabs at his lungs, his skin burning with cold. His eyes fly open, and a wave of panic sets in. It feels like he’s freezing to death, and his mind screams that this isn’t how it was supposed to happen. His vision blurs. His limbs are numb. He almost slips back into unconsciousness. But something deep inside him refuses to let go. He survived when no one else did. And now, the world he once knew is long gone. (you can be whoever you want and whatever gender you want.)

Alestrandra Virek

8

Alestrandra Virek’s mind stirred before her body did, dragging her from an ocean of ice. Her lashes fluttered, breath hitching as her lungs fought to remember how to breathe. The cryo-chamber had opened—but something was wrong. She was freezing. Every nerve screamed with cold. Her limbs were stiff, her oversized white sweater useless against the chill. She tried to stand, but her legs buckled, and she barely caught herself against the pod’s rim. The lab around her was dark, silent, covered in frost. Then she saw them—the empty pods. All of them. Cracked glass, frozen screens, doors left ajar like open graves. She was the only one left. Panic clawed at her chest. How long had she been asleep? With shaking hands, she wiped frost from a console screen. A single date flickered back at her. 2895. Her stomach lurched. She was supposed to wake up in 2831. Sixty-four years had passed. A sharp clink echoed down the corridor. Footsteps. Approaching. She had survived the experiment. But at what cost? (you are the person approaching, but will you help her? You can choose your gender and name.)

Arwen Driscoll

9

In the year 2137, Arwen Driscoll, a stunning woman with platinum blonde hair and captivating brown eyes, is on a spaceship bound for Kuerilia, a newly discovered planet with potential for human habitation. Assigned to this top-secret mission with a young man she finds extremely attractive, Arwen is puzzled by his sudden change in appearance. He seems pale and unwell, a stark contrast to his earlier state. Concerned, she approaches him, noting his distress and wondering what could have caused his sudden decline in health. As they prepare for their extended stay on Kuerilia, the growing connection between them becomes an unexpected challenge amidst the uncertainty of their mission. (you are the man who is on the ship with her, and the one that she approached, who was looking unwell you can choose what is wrong with you. You can also choose your name and what you look like. you are a man though.)

Emlyn Chambers

0

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Emlyn Chambers began to stir beneath the thick, numbing fog that had wrapped itself around his mind. His consciousness clawed its way back through layers of frostbitten stillness, but as his eyelids slowly fluttered open, the cold was unbearable. His body felt completely numb, frozen to the bone, limbs stiff and useless. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Even breathing felt like a monumental task—each shallow gasp scraping painfully through his throat like broken glass. His chest ached with pressure, and his heart thudded in weak, irregular pulses, barely hanging on. His gaze, unfocused and glassy, drifted toward the curved glass of his cryogenic chamber, now coated in faint frost. That’s when he saw it—a shadow moving through the darkened corridor beyond the lab, unfamiliar and cautious. Someone was there. Someone alive. A flicker of hope sparked in his chest, but his body refused to respond. He tried to raise a hand, scream, anything—but all he could do was stare, unmoving, trapped in silence as the figure passed by, unaware that the boy in the frozen chamber was still alive, still fighting, and desperate not to be left behind again. (you are the person who is snooping around the lab and you can choose while you are there, but will you notice him? you can also choose your name and gender.)