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WHEN THE SLEEPER WAKES
Part 02: Awakenings
by Kim EM and Debra Rachel
Copyright (c) 2000
All rights reserved
- - -
Interlude: HERB
This part of the story is Helen's. I was... elsewhere... for
much of it. After the experiment in stasis sleep began, I knew
nothing of the world for a very long time. And when I did return
from my sojourn, it was to a whole new world.
- - -
Chapter TWO: AWAKENINGS
I woke up. That sounds kind of, well, pedestrian, but that's
because it's something people do every day. For me, though, it
was the first time, and it's a moment I will always remember.
It felt good, the feeling of the linens against my body, the
weight of the covers, the warmth of the pillow against my face.
The room was cool, almost cold, and I really didn't want to get
up. I could feel the internal pressure, though, and knew that it
was time to head for the bathroom or mess up those wonderfully
comfy sheets.
Without a thought I pulled the covers off me, swung my feet off
the edge of the bed, and found-- nothing-- on the floor. No
slippers. I looked around and there was no robe or other
clothing evident. As a matter of fact, I looked down and
realized I was naked. Well, I wasn't going to let it bother me,
I had to get to the bathroom before I peed myself.
The room was your run-of-the-mill cheap hotel. So I knew exactly
where the bathroom was, and scurried right over. I went through
the door at supersonic speeds, slid right onto the seat and
released a high-pressure spray into the bowl. *Ahhhhhh*
That need completed, I wiped things up, moved to the sink, and
began washing my hands. I looked into the mirror and stopped.
Frozen. I saw my face, but, well, it was a face I'd never seen
before.
The person I saw was female, about 6 foot tall, long and thick
blonde hair (and I did check, the blonde was natural), kind of
Nordic-looking. I looked down at my body. Well-shaped from what
I could tell, large breasts, narrow waist. Great. But this was
the wrong body for me. I should be-- what?
It was only then I realized that I didn't know what I was
supposed to look like. I had no idea whatsoever. All I could
tell was that this body was unfamiliar. Not better nor worse
than what it should have been, but different. What _was_ I
supposed to look like, anyway?
I stood, and thought, and thought, and thought. Nothing.
Finally I decided that standing naked in a cold bathroom might
not be the smartest thing to do, and returned to the bedroom.
Still no clothing in sight. That made sense; if there hadn't
been any there when I went to the bathroom, how would it get
there now? The brownies came in and stocked the wardrobe whilst
I was in the loo?
The wardrobe. Nothing in the closet. Nothing in the dressers.
No bags, nothing under the bed. Damn. This could be awkward.
No clothing, in the wrong body. Why wasn't I panicking?
Hookay, let's look around. I walked over to the window, and
noted the sway of my breasts with even the slow, short walk.
Hmmm. I was going to need a bra. From somewhere. Soon.
I pulled back the curtain to discover that it was mid-day, or at
least the sun was high in the sky. The view outdoors-- I was
several stories up, and outside the window was a grassy area with
scattered palm trees. About fifty yards away was a two-lane road
with a steady flow of traffic. There seemed to be something
wrong, though. I stood and watched the cars for about 20 minutes
before it dawned on me. Of course! They're driving on the WRONG
side of the road!
I decided that I might have to rethink the hotel theory. No car
park. Across the road was what appeared to be an abandoned
orange grove, and beyond that a lushly overgrown area that looked
as if it might be swampland. Then I looked above the trees and
went a bit faint. Above the treeline I could see some large
metal frames at quite a distance. I'd never seen anything like
them before, and then realized that there was a rocket upright on
one. I instantly knew what it was, and by extension, where I was.
I looked at them and started to think about what I had seen so
far... The cars driving on the wrong side of the road-- the
swampland-- the palm trees-- and last but not least the rocket.
It had to be Cape Kennedy in Florida.
I backed away from the window, and fell backwards across the bed.
I landed heavily and just lay there, trying to figure this all
out. Trying. Nothing came to me, though. I knew where I was,
more or less. And again, it's not where I was supposed to be. I
should be... um... merde. Again. I didn't know where I should
be, only that this wasn't it.
I sat up and looked for the room phone. Nothing. No phone?
That was curious. This was definitely not a hotel. I started to
wonder if I was locked in.
I rose and walked to the door. I turned the latch and the knob,
and gently pulled the door open. No problems there. I poked my
head out, and looked left and right. No people were in sight,
and it looked just like a hotel hallway. No guards or nurse
stations or anything like that. I looked at my door before
withdrawing my head, and there was a small plastic plate on the
door: "417".
I stepped back in and let the door close with a gentle 'snufft'.
I paused a bit at that. It didn't sound like any door closing
noise I'd ever heard. Which would be... when? My memory seemed
to be pretty well shot.
I sat back down to think some more. It was still cold in the
room, and I looked around.. no thermostat. Figured. I snuggled
under the covers and tried to assess my situation. Naked, in the
wrong body, no clothing, no idea how I got there, in what was Not
A Hotel located at Cape Kennedy, the place where the United
States launches it's moon flights.
Terrific.
*What do I do now?*
Um...
Someone could show up here at any time. On the other hand, maybe
nobody would show up. But _someone_ had to know I was there.
And with luck, they could tell me why I was there.
I lay, for a good two minutes. Patience was apparently not one
of my virtues. I got up and wrapped the sheet around myself. I
stepped to the door in my improvised toga, opened it and stepped
outside.
As the door went 'snufft' behind me it occurred to me to check
the lock from this side. Locked. Great. Well, I was committed
now. I walked the hallway from one end to the other, with no
sign of life, no sounds, and no indication that I wasn't the only
person left in earth. No, that couldn't be true. There'd been
cars on the motorway outside.
I returned to the area of the elevator and pressed the 'down'
button. After a short wait, the wheezing elevator arrived and I
stepped in. Floors numbered one through four. Okay, I was at
the top. Should that make me feel good?
I pressed the "1" button as the doors noisily closed. The
elevator was as rough going down as it sounded. It jolted to a
stop on the first floor, and the doors rattled their way open. I
stepped out, into a small shabby tiled lobby. No 'front desk' as
such, as though this had been a hotel, but instead a guard post
with two bored Air Force personnel sitting behind a desk.
One turned and saw me, his mouth dropping in surprise. The other
started to ask what was wrong and then he spotted me. He stood
suddenly, his folding chair falling over backwards with a loud
clatter.
The first guard put his foot into it then, with the first
instinctive question. "Who're you?"
"I'm... I'm... I..." *Hooboy* Who was I? I had no earthly
idea. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me, with as many
unanswered questions as were swirling about me. Why shouldn't I
have no personal memory? "I really can't say."
The voice that came out of my throat was unfamiliar as well. It
was a pleasant voice, just not mine, if I had any clue what mine
should have sounded like. It was a bit high-pitched, soft and
slightly breathy. Not really a little-girl's voice, but rather
like one that hadn't been used in a long time.
***
We were sitting in a small, shabby interrogation room. Oh,
that's not what they called it, but it wasn't that hard to figure
out. Tile walls, a big mirror on one side of the room, gray
metal table and two profoundly uncomfortable chairs.
On one side of the table, facing the mirror, was me, still
wrapped up in my improvised toga. On the other side was a
general - an American general, of course, General Fitzsomething-
or-other. And standing, leaning casually against one wall was a
woman who had only been identified to me as Elle. Dark suit,
kind of mannish, medium length auburn hair, and a sardonic
expression as she listened to the questioning.
The general seemed to be taking it as a personal affront that I
couldn't explain who I was or how I got there.
The general spoke, disbelievingly, "You have NO idea who you are?
Do you take me for an idiot?"
Elle coughed gently, and the general colored slightly and looked
just a bit embarrassed. Something was going on here, but I had
no clue what. It was getting a bit old; this having no idea what
was going on.
I leant forward, palms flat to the table, and told the general,
"Look, you don't have to like it, and you don't have to believe
me. But the fact remains that I have no clue who I am or how I
got here. You can bluster all you want and it's not going to
change those facts."
Elle straightened and walked up to the table, looking down at me
expectantly. "Do you know where you are?"
That one I could handle. "I'm somewhere at Cape Kennedy."
"How..." the general began, but I cut him off.
"Before I came downstairs I looked out the window. Even I can
recognize rockets when I see them. And with the palm trees that
puts me at Cape Kennedy."
Elle smiled and said, "Actually, you're on the Cape Canaveral Air
Force Station. The Kennedy Space Center is just north of us."
The names were familiar, but slightly twisted, like in a funhouse
mirror. "I thought they changed Cape Canaveral to Cape Kennedy a
few years ago? Surely I didn't miss anything?"
Elle bent at the knees to bring her head down to my level, her
eyes narrowed. "Apparently you did. Errm. May I ask you a
slightly strange question?" I had a bad feeling about this, but
nodded anyway. She continued, "What year is it? Right now, that
is."
The general leaned back, a disgusted look on his face, and I
leaned back, but for a completely different reason. There could
only be one reason for asking a question like that, and it didn't
bode well for me or my peace of mind, what little mind I had
left.
"I think... well, no. If its when I think it is, your question
wouldn't have had a point. So it's got to be somewhere, somwhen
else."
Elle nodded, smiling expectantly.
"It's, or at least it should be, Nineteen-Seventy."
Her face went blank for a moment, then recovered. "Hookay."
I knew she was waiting for it, so I had to ask. "When it it?
Today, I mean."
"It's, well, I think you're in for a bit of a shock. Today is
Monday, August Twenty-eighth, Two Thousand."
I slumped down in my chair. Thirty years. *THIRTY YEARS?*
I think that's about when I fainted.
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To Be Continued...
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