Awakening into the Life

She woke up. In many ways. She could smell her own unwashed body, dirty hair, sweaty sheets, and Toshi's fur. The electric blue foxiy was asleep against her back, snoring loudly, but as soon as she got up it flew up and started rubbing against her back. An electric shiver ran through her entire body.

- [and] The rainy days are gone foxiy ... It will be alright ... [/ i] - she said, although she knew that rainy days would come back. They always came back.

How much time has passed She wasn't sure. It had started to improve before the last dinner, and now she had slept all „night". It was hard to keep track of time on the ship. She counted the meals and medications Bina and Itel brought her, but she always lost track. She didn't even remember what she had been fed lately, but she didn't eat much because she fel hungry. Very hungry. But first she had to take care of more important matters. She examined the old gun, made sure it was clean. Then she did the same with the sniper rifle. She cleaned the scope and checked that the laser sight was charged. Then she looked at her right shoulder. It looked like it was made of brass, but it wasn't smooth, but was porous. It was covered with numerous, barely visible runes. No one could read them, though Dr. Sidonius had made some hypotheses, but she preferred Old Leech not to look at her too much, because she always wanted to stab him in a dead brain. What is certain is that it is not an ordinary prosthesis, but an ancient Archeotech. She took the energy battery from the cabinet and held it in an artificial hand. She felt a tingle to the elbow where it becoming into living flesh. The runes, at least the ones on the palm of her hand, glowed blue-golden. No one else saw them, but she liked to watch them. The limb was lighter now, and it was better able to conduct sensation. She fed Toshi some energy, but not too much as he was getting hyperactive. She looked around her cabin. It was cramped, with only a bed, a cupboard and a sink, and a cramped toilet. Exactly. She went to take care of herself, then washed herself in a bowl of water. The water regime in space was a serious matter which she did not want to neglect. Then she got dressed and reluctantly made the bed. She didn't like cleaning, but she hadn't been helping the rest of the crew for the past few days, so that's what she should be doing without whining. Then she went to the mirror. The room was dim, but it didn't bother her, she could see in almost total darkness. She stood in front of the sheet metal mirror. She combed her straight, greasy dark red hair. Her head was shaved on the left side, so that the rest of her hair fell to the right. Her skin was caramel and her mouth was thin. The eyes were yellow, catlike, but with many blue spots that grew when she felt ... when she felt. And she usually felt when she wanted to hurt someone, and she was pretty good at i. My left hand was stripped of her fingernails by surgery a long time ago… as punishment. So she tied the retractable blade to her wrist. Finally, she buckled on a belt with grenades. She felt confident. She saw the death zone forming around her. Anyone in it will suffer. Nobody can touch her. Pleasant warmth spread over her body. She purred