Smythe grunted, took the opportunity to pump out several push ups. While his body still felt like it was not him the dose of adrenaline was enough to get him to his knees and then back into his feet.
“I was hoping you didn’t notice,” Smythe replied with an awkward smile. “Any survivors?”
“None,” Lois replied. “In both cases the Ark’s self-destruct mechanism was triggered.”
Suddenly Smythe was quite comfortable with being thawed out early. It was better to stand on his own two feet, than to die in cryosleep.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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