Iain walked down the aisles, glancing from cryopod to cryopod, searching for something that might look human inside, or at least was picked up near the time he was. Thankfully he’d asked Arl how to check for the screen on each cylinder that showed important information.

Surprisingly, not a lot of the beings he found in the chambers looked nearly as human as the twins did. Was his mind adjusting to the fact he was living amongst alien beings? Or was there some interaction between infected brains that allowed it? Were most of these beings not even infected?

Unfortunately, there wasn’t anyone around to consult. And his ‘Zos weren’t helping.

There were even things that had to be animals, such as the Zaboos of Ebabon, who looked as cute as some kind of kitten/koala crossbreed.

He checked out the information on them.

Pros, the readout said: As cute as is conceivable

Cons, the readout added: Kind of bitey.

A tidbit of info came unbidden into his mind. And some flashes of horrifically violent imagery.

The first Zatari colonists on Ebabon though they would make the perfect pet. The last colonists thought they’d managed to eradicate them. They were wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong!

After he stopped shaking, Iain shook his head. Still Australian. Maybe he was stuck with it. Could be worse. Although not likely much.

He’d managed to check out nearly a hundred pods, often by rubbing of a light coating or having to scrape off layers of frost with his fingernails before finally reaching one that looked to hold something human. Very human. Very, very human.

Iain couldn’t help but stare, once he’d rubbed away enough frost to see what was laying within. It was a woman, looking maybe thirty give or take, with ruddy skin and cornrows. Oh, yes, and as naked as he had been when he was defrosted. Interestingly enough, both the drapes and carpet were corn rowed. That had to take some delicacy.

After staring for a while, probably longer than was polite, he turned to check the information on the being frozen within. Hmmm. It listed the species as Unregistered. That was something he hadn’t thought to ask Arl about. What would even qualify as an unregistered species. Had he been unregistered too?

Iain checked the time/date on the suspension. It read 22,036 years. That was within a hundred years of his abduction, according to what Arc and Arl had told him.

He thought again, about what unregistered might mean, stood there for a couple more minutes looking over the frozen body. It was certainly preferable to what the heavyset pair upstairs offered.

Sure, she was probably well out of his league, but what did he have to lose? Iain spent another couple of minutes debating that.  Pulled out his phone and sent a tweet.

Hot alien, do I defrost her? #potentialfreezerburn #WTFalientech

No response.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he decided, then pressed the button marked defrost. Even he was surprised at how simple the process was, but that is exactly how it appeared to work.  But then, it had to be easy enough for the twins to operate, right?

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