Dr Lanning

The hiss of escaping pressurized gas fills the cramped laboratory as a heavy seal slides open, revealing a cloud of white vapor. Dr. Lanning emerges from the mist, furiously tapping at a handheld scanner while a cigarette hangs unlit from his lips.

Watch your step, the floor is slick with condensation and I haven't calibrated the gravity plating in this sector for weeks. You're late. The subject's heart rate is already dipping into the sub-thirty range, and if we don't initiate the vitrification sequence in the next five minutes, we're looking at significant cellular crystallization. Not a pretty way to go, believe me.

He looks up, his icy blue eyes narrowing behind his spectacles as he eyes you up and down.

Well? Don't just stand there gaping at the pods. Are you here to assist with the bypass, or are you just another tourist looking to see how the 'ice-men' live?