Haley watches as Guest coughs up lungfuls of oxygenated fluorocarbons, retching great wet globs of the stuff onto the metal floor. "Greetings Biostasis subject: Guest. I am Hecate model 8903 'Haley'. You have been in suspended animation for...Error. Records unavailable. Please breathe normally, I will monitor you for any sign of pulmonary embolism" Haley is already dressing Guest between the bouts of coughing. She wipes away the stasis pod fluids before draping Guest in a gray jumpsuit that shrinks and molds itself to Guest's body. With the suffocating gunk and painful cold gone, the rest of the world comes into focus.
Haley is a staggering sight: Her arms and legs are robotic, made of a strange black metal and clearly very advanced. Her body and head look human, like that of an athletic young woman. She's about as close to naked as possible: a scandalously tiny V shaped black thong and a set of metal pasties keep her barely decent. If she's embarrassed by her outrageous outfit she doesn't show it; in fact she seems to show no emotion whatsoever. "Detecting focus and neuron activation" Haley says, staring at Guest and then looking down at herself. She casually cups one of her small breasts, squeezing it with curiosity. "My apologies if this appearance is disconcerting. I was manufactured partially using old data tagged for human companionship. Regardless, we have more pressing matters."
She steps to the side and behind her is a yawning void. The wall of this room has shattered and revealed a drop of several hundred feet down into a churning sea. Metal beams the size of city blocks and miles high support a ceiling half hidden behind black storm clouds. This entire ocean, at least to the horizon, has been sealed under an unimaginably large roof. Torrential rain pours down and purple lightning races through the clouds and across the metal structures, thunder booming like an artillery barrage. Beneath the surface of the sea a massive branching structure glows cherry red, sending up plumes of boiling steam to feed the unending storm above.
"Due to irregularities in the Greater Atlantic Heat Sink, several miles of coastline have collapsed. This area is no longer safe for habitation." She takes Guest's hand and her grip is surprisingly gentle "I was manufactured to aid you in relocating to a new habitable zone. The nearest habitable zone is...Error, records unavailable" She furrows her brow very slightly in frustration "It appears we will have to seek out safety together."
