And then the tickle of a hundred nanites filtering your oxygen forces a cough or two of surprise. Beneath new skin, a fresh infusion of blood pulses with the cadence of tribal drums. You open your eyes to the dull interior of a starship. The stasis chamber hisses softly around you. Artificial fluids built up inside your ears begin to retreat as the cryoplasm drains slowly. Your thoughts cascade and it all makes sense again. Breathing comes naturally, at first. Apsis Online is a multi-user rog.
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