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You opened your eyes very slowly, almost reluctantly. At first things were just vague blobs of color but after steadily blinking you noticed things started coming into focus. You didn't know what was going on or where you were but you were too groggy to really be worried about it at the moment. Your throat felt bone dry so you tried swallowing in an attempt to wet it but almost gagged in the process. Your mouth tasted absolutely disgusting, like you hadn't brushed your teeth in a month. Harsh coughs shook you and a few seconds later someone came into your blurry line of sight and started speaking frantically. "Oh! Oh my god! You're awake. Uh- here, have a sip of water. You probably need it."

During a break in your coughing fit you felt the rim of a glass touching your bottom lip. You gratefully started drinking, glad that your dry throat could be soothed and the nasty taste could be semi swallowed away. While blinking away the tears from your coughing fit you tried to regain your bearings. For a moment you couldn't recall what was going on but after a too long moment of thought you remembered where you were last. You were at the facility and going to test their new sleep pod or whatever. You'd have to tell them that it wasn't working so great. Not only did you not feel 'refreshed' like they'd said, but you felt like you'd slept for a week straight. Your body felt heavy, your limbs ached, and you head felt swimmy.

It took a second but you finally noticed that someone was snapping their fingers in front of your face. You wiped away the rest of the tears on your face before giving the new lab coat next to you your attention. You didn't remember her, and she was dressed kinda weird, with her hair cut in an asymmetrical bob and her frameless glasses cut in a half moon shape. But you reasoned that she must just be new to the lab. Interns came and went pretty often.

She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated before simply remaining silent. She was definitely new, only new technicians and lab assistants behaved this awkwardly around you and the other testers. So you decided to cut her some slack and start for her. Plus it was best you didn't sugar coat how terrible the sleep pod had been. Especially since they’d more than likely try to have you test it out again.

"Hey uh, the sleep pod didn't work like you all thought it would. I feel more tired now than before I got in the damn thing." The woman blinked in mild confusion before the look faded into understanding. She took a deep breath and pushed her glasses up further on her nose. Then she glanced down at what you assumed was a clipboard but after she pressed a few buttons you realized it must be a tablet of some sort instead. She didn't seem totally focused on the tablet and instead just appeared to be staring at it in order to gather her thoughts. She still seemed anxious, which was kinda amping up your own anxiousness, but finally she tore her eyes away from the screen to look at you. You hadn't looked away and she gulped before clearing her throat, willing some of her professionalism back into place. She glanced back down at the tablet and spoke, "Your name is Y/n Kamski, correct? Born in uh-...1991?"

You quirked an eyebrow before telling her yes, that was you. If anything, your confirmation just seemed to place more anxiety on her already slumped shoulders. But she plowed on. "I'm Dr. Vonn, and you're currently at St. Fabiola's, a hospital in-" You cut her off in shock. "I'm in a hospital?? Why?"

Dr. Vonn looked tired but dutifully broke the news to you that you and a few others had been found in crude cryo-pods underneath an old building downtown that was scheduled for complete renovations. She told you that you'd only been discovered because the building's new owners couldn't figure out why the building itself was using so much electricity despite the fact that it had been stripped of all electrical outlets and lights a week before. It was pure chance that they'd found an old fashioned electric cable that had been artlessly rigged up to the newer power breaker. "They'd assumed that a building nearby was siphoning power from them for free. So they tore up the foundation to try and find which building it was going to. But it wasn't leading them away from their building, instead it was going downwards. No available blueprints of the building showed there being anything below it so when they unearthed an illegal, underground basement level you can imagine their shock."

You felt ill at the implications this woman was putting forth. Your heart sped up and you weakly gulped and asked in a shaky tone,

“How...how long was I down there? They- I was only on c-...I was only supposed to be there for a few more years. I have to call my brothers and Aunt!”

Dr. Vonn looked pained at your quivering form, almost guilty. In a soft, consoling voice she told you that it was currently 2040. Nausea was swimming in your throat, there was no way any of the shit this woman, Vonn, was telling you was true. No, this has to be some kind of fucked up test. Maybe the lab coats were trying to test your emotional responses to stimuli or something. That has to be it. Because...if it's not then.......you can't even imagine. "Ms. Kamski, I know this is a lot to take in. But please, try to calm down."

The sound of your heart monitor finally registered to your ears and it was going nuts, beeping up a storm. You hadn't noticed but your heart was practically beating out of your chest. You can't really explain why but you had to move, you needed air. You just had to get away. From everything! The room around you felt so stiflingly hot all of a sudden. You threw the sheet covering you off before shifting your legs over the side of the bed. Dr. Vonn gasped and tried to direct you back into the bed, telling you that your body couldn't handle moving right now. You ignored her and tried to stand but your knees buckled almost instantly and you fell against the heart monitor stand that was right next to you. Your legs felt like jello but somehow you painstakingly got yourself into a partially standing position. You were clinging to the heart monitor like an erratically beeping crutch, but you were deaf to all the noise. Somewhere next to you Dr. Vonn was yelling for assistance as she tried to keep her arms around you to steady you. But she and the machines all sounded so far away. Your vision began to swim, black creeping into the corners of your vision. Then out of nowhere you felt weightless for a second before the ground rushed at you and then all you knew was darkness.

Three different nurses all rushed into the room just as you crumpled to the ground like a wet paper bag. Dr. Vonn was struggling to keep your larger frame from totally hitting the floor. But thankfully a second later the nurses had you back on the bed. Dr. Vonn got back to her feet and gave you a look full of pity. You no doubt thought this was all a nightmare.

“I’m guessing she didn’t take the news well?”

Dr. Vonn have the male nurse a withering stare and replied in a dry tone,

“How well would you handle finding out you’d been asleep for over 20 years?”

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After you were stable and resting in bed Dr. Vonn sat in her office thinking over the last few days. Her and the other doctors working to keep you alive had been given a brief rundown of exactly where you’d been discovered and how by the police. Your case has been the most interesting one to crop up in years. And the news outlets; local, countrywide, and internationally, have been having a field day over it. The headlines have been going crazy. Vonn looked up at the muted tv in the corner of her office and re-read the headlines that have been circulating since you were discovered.

////Missing Detroit Woman Found Alive Under Building Two Decades Later\\\\

Von had never heard of anything like this happening before. At least not out of science fiction. Sure, scientists had dabbled here and there through the modern age to create cryo, or ‘stasis’, chambers. But to everyone’s knowledge they’d all ended in failure! None of the test subjects could live in the stasis past a year or two. But then here you were, plopped into the world’s lap, apparently a success story.

You’d been safely put into a synthetic coma by god knows who for over two decades ! Not only that but you didn’t look any older than you had BEFORE you’d gone into the chamber. At least according to your missing persons picture anyway. Sure, your hair was shorter and you were a bit chubbier in the photo your family had given to the police all those years ago compared to now. But the resemblance was uncanny. And you’d definitely responded to being called Y/n Kamski, the woman born in 1991. There’s no other explanation.

And honestly the only reason they knew your name and other basic information at all was thanks to some shredded documents that had been found at the site of the pods that had been put back together by some police androids. Vonn looked down at the patchwork file she had on you.

Name: Y/n Kamski Age: 49 (technically) [looks mid 20s] Birthdate: --/--/1991

They’d looked you up in the system, to try and see if you had a record or if they could dig up anything on you. And lord they sure as hell had. You’d been reported missing in 2014 by your Aunt after you failed to keep contact with her and your younger brothers for over a month. Vonn hadn’t been able to get a look at the full file but from what the officers had mentioned you’d supposedly gone off to a job out of state and had been keeping regular contact with your family for over a year but then one day you’d just disappeared off the face of the earth with zero warning.

“Dr. Vonn?”

The petite woman looked over to the open doorway at the same male nurse from before. He had a medi-pad in his hand and he had a mix between disbelief and excitement on his face. Vonn wished she had another cup of coffee for whatever the hell he was no doubt about to tell her.

“What is it DJ?”

His face split into a grin and he practically skipped into the office and laid the pad on her desk with no small amount of giddiness.

“The results of that blood relation test came back for Ms. Kamski. And I was RIGHT!”

Vonn winced at his exuberant tone and snatched up the medi-pad and read over the data quickly, her eyes widening the more she read.

“Holy shit. You were right?”

Dr. Vonn stared down at the file showing your closest living relatives. Both being your brothers. Gavin Reed, whom Vonn had never heard of before? But the second one...Elijah Kamski, the actual father of modern androids and AI intelligence. He was your...younger brother?? Vonn shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. With your last name being Kamski it wasn’t a total surprise. But she’d denied it anyways. Because what were the chances??? But she sat the pad down and slumped back in her chair before looking up at the eager face of DJ.