2183 CE - Lazarus Station
Death was a limitation to life, a hard line that couldn't be crossed after the heart had stopped and brain activity had ceased. It was nature's way to tell the tired body that it was time to let go of their worldly needs and to ascend to a more spiritual plane.
She didn't believe that.
The sharp click of her heels echoed down the hall, the soft swoosh of her lab coat was swallowed by the confident steps - Miranda Lawson did not believe in the limitations of nature when she herself was the product of what the best of science could offer. She was perfection in every sense of the word, right down to her biotics.
She turned off the main hallway into the medical clean room, where her current project laid unmoving, frozen still inside the barrier that kept her bodily functions from deteriorating any further. The only positive aspect of being spaced was the instantaneous freezing; Shepard had barely died before her entire corpse froze solid.
Lawson pursed her lips, lists of things to do forming inside her mind as she let a gloved hand run the length of the metal table the body of humanity's last hope laid suspended in death. With enough resources, anything could be achieved; even convincing loyal friends to turn over your corpse to an organization you hated to bring you back to life.
She eyed the charred flesh, the raw bone exposed within the ice. She could do this, miracles didn't exist in this time and age, only the miracle of credits and how many you needed to accomplish the impossible. She crossed her arms, her team of scientist filtering by as they entered the room, preparing to accomplish the work of god.
As her gloved hand trailed the edge of the container, she leaned forward onto her palms, a confident smirk spread across her lips. The frozen lump of flesh was waiting to be sculpted back to life under her touch.
"Let's get started, time is ticking and the galaxy can't wait for much longer."