Resurrection

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It was a rebirth. Under the dim flickering lights of the cold, dark cargo hold two women played the roles of midwives. The tall one with the long brown hair entered the final combination on the small control panel built into the stasis pod. The shorter woman waited, standing close and ready with a breathing device in hand.

The dark stasis pod opened at the bottom. Thick fluid burst forth, carrying an unconscious man out onto the deck. “Hurry, get the pump in,” said the taller of the two.

Just as the man was beginning to gag, emitting only a deep gurgling sound, the older, the shorter of the two women bent down and expertly inserted the breathing apparatus. It turned on and began to extract the liquid in his lungs while she held it to his mouth, keeping him from spitting it out. The contents of his stomach came up as well, the same fluid he was breathing in stasis.

His writhing and retching was an unconscious thing, a primal struggle for life that was so severe that he began to thrash. “Hold his hands Alice, we don't want him hurting himself, poor man.”

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