SF Drabble #199 “Thawed”

Maye woke naked on a slab. At first she assumed she was dead after all, that it hadn’t worked. It took them days to convince her she was alive, a task made harder by the changes to the language.

There were classes: history to learn, and lots of it. New customs, language, science. She recognized some of the other students as clients of Second Chances, Inc.

It was the food that took the most getting used to. Bland, nondescript. An odd contrast to the colorful, vital city around them. It was a small price to pay for her new life.

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