Connor’s eyes were open, yet he couldn’t see a thing; except a grey haze. His shoulder socket was throbbing, and he grabbed it, hoping to relieve the pain. Sitting up after being frozen for a few months is the second worst thing Connor has ever experienced; the first being the time his arm was blown off. Everything was spinning, and his stomach attempted to empty itself, but Connor hasn’t consumed any solid food since before he was put into hibernation. 

Once his vision focused, Connor attempted to stand, but his legs were weak from the long period of inactivity and he had to used the pod as a support. The crew of doctors and nurses pushed, poked, and tugged him and the other miners; pumping them full of medicines to relieve the hibernation sickness. His head was pounding, his muscles ached, and his stomach wanted to turn inside out, but the one nurse said at worst it would only last for a couple more hours.

Finally, Connor was ushered into a seat near the other miners. The nurse told them to secure themselves, as the ship was about to enter Corona’s atmosphere. Connor saw that all the miners’ belongings were stored under their individual seats. Connor reached under and retrieved his cybernetic arm, and attached it to the socket that was installed in his left shoulder. As Connor stretched his robotic limb making sure it was connected properly, the entire ship started to shake. Connor knew they would be landing soon, and he secured himself into the seat.