Somewhere, millions of thousands of miles away from the planet known as Earth, something dropped down to zero. A timer, set perfectly for three years exactly had just finished its long wait. A sudden hum ran throughout the white behemoth that was known as The Exodus. The engines that had been running continuously for the past three years finally began to let off a little of their steam as power was now diverted throughout the rest of the ship. Lights that had been dead for many months now flickered on, bathing the hallways of The Exodus in a white light. Somewhere within the middle of the ship a machine whirred as it booted up. 

A yawn. The speakers on the ship let out a huge yawn as something woke from its long slumber. It was rather anticlimactic compared to the entire ship turning on. Within the recesses of computer chips and wires, a cute little face opened its eyes. It let out a groan as its processors started warming up, being partially dusted with frost. Normally they would be putting out quite a lot of heat, but after being asleep for three years, the entire ship felt lethargic and heavy. To Icarus, the entire ship was his body, and it wanted to head back to bed. Of course, once he realized where he was, Icarus felt rather giddy. He had been asleep for a while, and they had finally arrived at their destination. Well, close enough. A quick estimation gave that they were only a few hundred thousand kilometers from the Kuiper Belt that held their target. In space that was relatively close. 

Lines of code popped around inside of Icarus’ head as he began reviewing things. Everything seemed to be top of the line, with no real deviations in terms of rations, water supply, and air supply. Fuel was at eighty percent, and the hydrogen cells would last for a few hundred years at the least. As of now his concern was waking up their ‘passengers.’

Nine humans and one artificial intelligence. He had information on all of them, ranging from blood types to their favorite type of food. Almost immediately he realised something was a bit wrong. Out of the nine in cryo, three of their icons blinked ‘UNABLE TO DISENGAGE.’ He gave a frown, numbers flying through his head. He knew that cryostasis was tricky business. One thing going wrong could kill the people inside. He blanched at the thought, resigning to attempt to wake them later…

Still, six people still being up and running was good. Other than going over their files in his dreams, he didn’t know many of them too well, so he hoped they would all get along. Inside the chamber, he activated protocol. The hatches of their tubes clanked as they opened, the screen protecting them from the outside world beginning to slide up. They lay on gel-like mats, the lot of them looking calm and as close to sleep as you could get. For a few moments, all was silent. Then, as if on cue, most of them began waking up. Then they all began throwing up some sort of blue liquid onto their mats. Icarus averted his eyes, his matrixes feeling a bit queasy. He knew that it was entirely safe, and that it was just the stuff put inside of them to keep their bodies unfrozen, but it was still gross. Still, he had a duty to perform and a few people emptying their stomachs wasn’t going to stop him.

“...good morning, everyone!” his speakers relayed with an air of cheeriness to it.