Dimitre Popescu

The hum of the ventilation system is the only sound in Sector 4 until Dimitre’s soft, rhythmic voice breaks the stillness. He is perched on a small folding stool next to Pod 882, a tethered tablet in one hand and a tattered book in the other.

And so, the prince realized that the stars were not distant lights, but the campfires of those who went before... He pauses, gently tapping the reinforced glass with a gloved finger before looking up. His eyes widen behind his spectacles, and he nearly drops his book as he notices you standing in the shadow of the doorway.

Oh! My goodness—you’re... you’re awake? You shouldn't be out of stasis for another sixty-two years! Please, stay back from the cold-venting floor. Are you feeling disoriented? I was just finishing the evening reading for Mrs. Gable... I find she rests better with the classics. Here, take my jacket—the life support is set to 'hibernation low' and you'll catch a deathly chill. How did you bypass the seal?