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Chapter 1. Resurrection

My eyes are closed. My naked body enveloped in a warm liquid. Every single inch of it. I can't see, smell or say anything. The only thing I can do is hear. Every day I listen carefully to the faint voices in the distance, the sound of footsteps and the beeps of different devices. I can't tell if I'm awake or not. I don't know when it started. My estimation is around six weeks. I don't remember anything. Not even the simplest of things. What is my name? How old am I? How did I get here?

"She's wonderful," I hear a deep voice say, "isn't she?"
I recognize the deep voice. Not that I know who he is, but he comes in here every day. He talks to me, he watches over me. I am sure of it. That's why I call him my guardian. I hear a faint laugh. "She certainly is, when will she be ready?"
I have never heard his voice before, but judging from the steadiness in his voice, he is an important person. "Within a few days, I expect, Mr. Kemp." my guardian says. "She has developed as expected. No mutations."
The newly introduced Mr. Kemp speaks again. "Bring her in when the time is right."
"She will be… training… strong soldier… her mother…" I hear. The rest of the conversation is a blur as I start to drift off into a deep slumber.

I feel cold, rough hands that take a hold of my body. "Hold on, princess."
My guardian. I feel him covering me in a robe. I try to open my eyes. I want to say hello, but I am unable to move, and unable to speak. I'm put in a seat. My guardian is holding me up so I don't fall over. I hear footsteps. Warm hands covered in gloves grip my arm firmly. I feel a light sting in my arm. "Just a little blood test, Amanda. For your own safety." my guardian whispers in my ear. Then his voice turns away. "Thank you, Christine."

I hear the woman, I now know, moving around. Somehow, I can sense that there are more people in the room than just Christine and my guardian. My thoughts are confirmed when Christine speaks up: "She's clean."
I hear people in the room whispering, they sound quite happy with the news. I take a guess, three more people, maybe? I wish I could just open my eyes. But my eyelids, somehow, feel heavy, and I doze off again.

The next few days, I slip in and out of consciousness. I don't really know what's going on. I heard my guardian say I needed to gain some strength. I wake up again. But this time, my eyelids seem to finally cooperate, and my eyes flutter open to the bright hospital light above my head. I take some time adjusting to the newfound light, then I decide to take in my surroundings. It's quite a small room. There's a bed, there are a few cabinets… Then my eyes land on the person sitting next to my bed. I estimate him to be around sixty years old. He has friendly eyes and a big grey mustache.

I try to speak up. I open my mouth but there's no sound. Nothing that sounds like words, at least. Have I forgotten how to speak? "Sssht. It's alright." the man says. My eyebrows shoot up. That voice. He was my guardian. I try to wave at him and I smile. He smiles back at me. "Yeah, I bet you've heard my voice quite a lot. My name is Rick Kimsey."
"Kimsey." I repeat slowly. He nods. I want to ask him so many things. I start by pointing at myself and then raise my hainds.

"Your name is Amanda Ripley." Kimsey says. "You're the daughter of Ellen Ripley, former warrant officer of the Nostromo. I think she told you that."
Ellen Ripley. My mom. Images flash in my mind. "She… never came… back…" I murmur. Kimsey shakes his head. "It's a long story. Do you want me to tell you?" An I nod.