In case you're wondering, I haven't touched the actual content of this story, I've just gone through and deleted the authors notes since a lot of it had links that are outdated. Honestly I would delete the entire story since there's a rewrite but since people enjoyed this one (for some reason) I've decided to leave it up.
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A young salvager, clad completely in a new set of bright blue gear, swam through the cloud sea. He spent a little too much time wondering at the sights beneath the clouds, understandable as it was one of his first solo salvaging operations. Hearing a ping come through his depth probe he refocused on his task. He swam towards the crate he was after, days of research and preparation leading up to this moment. Hooking it up to a floatation device, he sends it up to the surface. He was about to jump off the seabed to catch up to the crate when he catches a glimpse of something pure silver out of the corner of his eye. What was covered up by both the crate and dirt was now visible.
The object was large, larger than anything that the salvager had taken up before. It was a large metal cylinder that he could not fathom the purpose of. Deciding that his curiosity was worth more than his floatation devices, he quickly hooked up the cylinder as well and brought it up with him. He reached a hook that was dangling beneath the clouds. He hooked up the metal cylinder first then realized that he only had one hook. He looked at the crate regretfully and decides that whatever the metal cylinder was would be worth more and lets go of the crate.
The crane brought the cylinder and Rex onto the back of a small island, or rather, the back of a small titan. The titan turned his head backward in interest at the arrival of something new, a metal marvel that looked sleek unlike the majority of Alrest's clunky and rusting metal. Rex grabbed his crowbar and started inspecting the cylinder for any seams. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. A piece of metal that seemed to be for storage, after all why would it have been crafted to near perfection if it was just a chunk of metal to be used later, but there was nothing to indicate that it could be opened. There was no seam to it so he couldn't just pry it open with his crowbar. Seeing no real reliable option, he takes off his gloves and starts to feel around for some form of crack or crevice. Suddenly, a green dot of light appears near the base of the cylinder.
"Human life detected, beginning decompression and defrosting sequence."
He jumped back at the sudden declaration of a mechanical voice. The light started to travel outwards in lines until it resembled a sort of rectangle on the side of the cylinder. That section suddenly hissed as steam flew out. A line cut across the middle of the rectangle as the rectangular section rose out of the cylinder. The rectangle split in half, opening up like some futuristic door. A groan was heard echoing from the small cylindrical life pod as a young teen was made visible as the last of the mist faded away, shocking both the young salvager and the old titan.
The teen looked around in confusion as he stepped out of the pod. He stared at the salvager, perplexion on his face. The salvager looked up to the side. The young teen's view follows. He suddenly collapses in shock at the massive head staring back at him. He crawls backwards slowly in fear when the young salvager kneels down next to him, smile, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Reassured, the young teen gets back to his feet shakily, this time regarding the titan in amazement. He then realizes something important. He looks back to the pod and presses his palm into a spot, causing another section to light up.
He reels back in shock upon seeing the information. He breaks down to his knees sobbing: thousands of years had passed in his cryostasis. His world was dead and only a memory remained.