Terror, pure terror was what awaited her. Aoi Chiba was not exactly one for people touching her, but the scientists around her though seemed to not care, if anything they seemed to enjoy touching her. She shuddered and pushed people away from her as they tried to force her into a skintight jumpsuit, pure white to match the surrounding walls and made of a soft, warm material that hugged her skin frighteningly well. 

After she found herself in the jumpsuit, the scientists had to get three others to hold her down so they could provide the shots needed for safe cryo storage. One of the bigger problems was that when the human body reaches a certain point below zero, liquids tend to freeze, including blood, and frozen blood has a tenancy to crystallize and shred soft tissue. 

After leading a shuddering Aoi away from the needles, they quickly sent her through a room filled with oblong tubes the perfect shape to hold a person in. Before placing her in a pod, a kindly old man shuffled up to her with a tray covered in cups that were filled to the brim with a bluish gelatin that tasted horrible, like the cough syrup that was promised to taste like cherries but only tasted like broken dreams. Aoi did not have much time to think about it though, as soon enough she was rushed into a pod and the last thing she thought was that the next time she saw her father, he was getting an earful. 

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[i]Warning, Severe structural damage to lung, Heart running on Emergency commands.[/i]

This message had flared in the back of the unconscious Aoi's mind for several years now, it seems that synthetic organs did not enjoy being frozen, despite the shots she had been given. There was also the fact that it had been quite a long time since she had last plugged into her neural interface, at least they had noticed THAT, or else Aoi would not have been alive to complain about it. 

Complain she did, in fact it was her first word out of her mouth when the hissing of the pod woke her and she found her legs buckling underneath the weight of her body, as if they had just forgotten how to work. Aoi collapsed forwards in a heap, vomiting a vaguely bluish liquid as her brain and neural interface tried to make sense of why her limbs refused to function. 

She coughed and sputtered, the one lung still working frantically trying to intake oxygen to make up for the synthetic organ that was beside it, refusing to work. Her heart meanwhile worked up a fuss, the synthetic portions of it complaining to each-other and the brain at a speed the Neural Interface did it's best to keep up with. 

"[b] God Damn it.[/b] " 

At least I can speak, Aoi thought to herself as she vaguely noted the long wire inserted into her neural interface that lead off into the darkness of the pod. She struggled to stand as she only now opened her eyes, finding that the left was just as lazy as her nonworking lung. At least I can see, she thought to herself as she waited for the synthetics to realize she was awake and reactivate themselves. 

Still struggling after such a long time spent in a sub-zero enviroment, her right eye gave her a vauge picture of the room around her, just enough for her to see that the room was in utter shambles. 

"[b] Do the eggheads not have a janitor? [/b] " Aoi mumbled to herself as she suddenly found that standing was an Olympian feat just by itself. She shakily held onto the pod she fell out of with her left arm, leaning heavily against it as she tried and failed to get her legs or right arm to properly move. 

" [b]What does a girl need to do to get some help around here.[/b] "