It was dark. It was so cold. Nothing existed except the nothingness, nothing except the blackness, nothing except the silence and cold. All the universe, was but a void. Time had no meaning. How could it have meaning if there was nothing to be track of it? She didn't want to alone. But she didn't have a choice. All there was, was the nothingness.

There was jolt in the universe, a feeling of pain, a feeling of movement, what right did it have to invade her nothingness? Then again, it was a welcome invasion, something different, something . . . alive.

SUBJECT'S NAME: HANMYO (FULL NAME UNKNOWN)
AGE: 11-12 (ASSUMED)
GENDER: FEMALE
CONDITION: (COMATOSE) STABLE
BRAIN ACTIVITY: LIMITED AND ERRATIC
STATUE: UNCHANGED
CAUSE OF COMA: SPACE DECOMPRESSION AND FORCED CRYOGENIC STASIS

In other words she was smart enough to exhale just before her ship collapsed around her so she didn't die instantly from explosive decompression and the cold from space left her body in good condition so she could be revived, just like people whose hearts stopped from exposure to deep sea temperatures.

Shyrmka 5's rescue teams had registered an explosion a few miles away from the station, arriving a minute or two later, they found the remains of a ship that had docked out just earlier that day, that hour in fact. For all logic and sanity, it had to be an act of God she was even in one piece, with only several broken bones, a major concussion, and a number of cuts and gashes, when she would of been in any other slightly different circumstance her body would of been scattered half way across the sector in crimson pieces the size of bloody marbles.

Who the girl was was a mystery, there was almost nothing in her file when they checked out her ship resister, and after some deeper probing they found that the resister was a counterfeit, the kind pirate factions used to get in legitimate ports. Her name was the only thing in her personal profile. Hanmyo. Weather it was her personal name or her family name was a mystery, assume it was her real name to begin with.

It had been eight months since they had brought her in a revived her, the standard limit on coma patients who show little activity was ten months before the plug was pulled unless someone claimed her, but no one had. and everyone doubted she would reach consciousness again.

She struggled in the dark, she finally remembered there was something beyond the void, something beyond the dark, she didn't remember what, but she knew it had to better than this. If she stayed here too long. Would she just become part of the void? The answer strangely frightened her, and she struggled to push against the nothingness, to find the way out, but how was she to know she was going the right way? To know which way WAS the right way? She couldn't even tell if she was moving. She did the only thing she could do, she struggled, ordered herself to move, to yell, to shout in the dark, to move any part of her she might posses, ANYTHING, she didn't want to die, to be just part of the nothingness, though she wasn't sure of her motivation, but she felt she was close, to what she again didn't know, but she could something, like a swimmer trapped underwater with a sheet of ice covering her, she felt the barrier, she pushed against it, giving that up, she punched at it.

though the room was empty, there was spike on the brain monitor.

She struck at the barrier again and again, knowing she was the way out of her prison of nothingness.

The spike was followed by others as her body began trying to take back the jobs the machines had done for it for so long.

With one final scream (did she really scream?) she smashed open the barrier, and fell though.

Light, blinding light, she squinted, why was it so bright? It was painful and struck at the back of her brain, but still, it was something other than the void, was that her reward for escaping the nothingness? Pain? Too slowly the lights slowly dimmed, revealing a white ceiling with a pair of florescent lights burning into her eyes. As she regain consciousness her body began to give her status reports of her being and surroundings. She heard a faint beeping somewhere close, and something was over her face, a dull pain was in her left arm. She handed somehow to move her eyes enough to see a breathing mask over her mouth, why did she have that on? She moved them again and saw a needle connect to her arm and cringed, she didn't like needles. She tried to move but her muscles replied in pain with protest of having their vacation finally ending. After a few minute she was sore and exhausted, and hadn't move as much as an inch. A very, very, very, very, long time later she heard the sound of a door opening, she moved her eyes towards the sound and actually managed miraculously to to turn her head.

The woman, (a nurse from the look of it) gasp at seeing her, she ignored it.
"W-where . . . . a . . .. am I?" She asked her voice horse, and dry, it took her a second to remember how to form words.
The nurse just stood there for a second seeing the coma patent actually awake. Finally she reacted to the question.
"Y-your in Shyrmka 5's emergency hospital where you've been for the last eight months."
"Eight . . . months?"
"Yes, everyone here thought you weren't going to make it, let alone gain consciousness again, oh sorry, I shouldn't of said that . . . it just after your ship detonated like that everyone assumed not to find any survivors."
"Ship?"
"Don't you remember what happened?"
"No . . . I can't . . . " Her eyes filled with shock and fear. "I can't remember anything . . . what ship . . . . where's Shyrmka 5 . . . . please, tell me, who am I?"

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