In the depths of a once great ship several technicians and medical professionals worked feverishly on pod after pod to revive their occupants. "Hurry Jeff! We don't have much time! The ships generators power output is dropping fast!" "I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" replied Jeff and indeed he was hurrying. His own foster brother came from these vary same pods! Pods that were rated to last millions of years… and not even two hundred years since landing and these once great systems were failing.

Outside the ship lay a sprawling city built from parts of the ship and materials sourced from the nearby countryside. A city mostly unaware of the struggle to avert tragedy.

Several hours later chief technician Hernandez known simply as Chief to most was reporting to his boss Warren the leader of Fortunes Landing. "All things considered sir I think saving a little over two thousand of those kids was more than we could have expected given the circumstances."

"Doesn't mean I have to like loosing nearly sixty of those same kids." replied Warren.

"I know but none of use expected the dam thing to stop working now. Not that we could have thawed those kids out any sooner." Chief said while thinking back to those few moments as the lights flickered and dimmed on that last batch of pods.