The conveyor stopped in the middle of the room and a beam of light began scanning your body. The scanners pulled away and the computer processed the information.
"Commander, there are several concerning discrepancies in your scans." the computer said.
"Because I am not the Commander." you argued.
"Hormonal imbalance, atrophy in your muscles, and concerning growths in your lower region." the computer said, ignoring you. "Report has been filed, and new exercise regimen has been created to repair the atrophy damage."
Suddenly, two arms flew out from the wall and injected you with something in the back of your neck.
"Hormonal stabilizers have been injected to restore previous concentration. Growths will have to be taken care of after landfall."
You wanted to keep fighting, but what was the point? The computer had some sort of fault, one that you were fixing the moment you were released from the dehibernation sequence.
"Other than that, you are completely healthy. Prepare for release into main capsule."
The conveyor started up again and you were taken out of the room into...
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