[Under renovations, considering reboot.]
The chamber opened, and Serris stepped out clumsily. She was familiar with the grogginess and weakness, knowing already that her augmented sleep had gone too long.
Her first thought after that realization was to wonder if proper cryogenics had hit the consumer market yet. Being frozen meant there was no risk of atrophy from sleeping too long. Still, she was glad her chamber was as advanced as it was. With the older model, she'd be frantically be trying to get undressed and into the waste room about now.
Her bedroom was a small narrow space, just enough room for the things she needed. In addition to her sleep chamber, there was a bed for ordinary sleep. The mattress was barely more than large enough for her to lay on. Across from the bed was a closet that held an emergency spare suit, some personal items, and a few ordinary clothes. She had less outfits than a primitive that didn't know binary could count on one hand.
Currently she was dressed in her functional space suit. A bulky collar circled her neck, having a few buttons and connectors along the front. Below the collar every inch of her was covered by a durable material roughly three centimeters thick. It was an eye-catching shade of red with reflective trim, and clung snugly like a second skin.
What could be seen of her above the collar was pale from much time spent inside her spaceship. Her hair was a medium brown with just a hint of red, worn in a short bob cut. Long hair would be a hazard when it came time to put on a space helmet. The body under the suit was pretty plain, and just a little soft. not much had to be done manually in her world. Outwardly the thickness of the suit made her appear a bit chubby, but also a bit more voluptuous.
Before going to sleep, Serris had set a course to her then-home: A satellite station orbiting an orange planet in the process of being terraformed. If she was down for long, it may be habitable now with the station landing on the planet to form a city. She knew disabling the wake-up for course corrections was a gamble, but it was such a short trip she trusted the autopilot to find the right stars to swing from.
The wall console between the bed and closet showed a long list of alerts and course corrections, but Serris lowered the report to check the current location readout:
Docked in a larger vessel. Outside habitable.
There was no further information. A larger vessel scooped her ship up and activated auto-dock without waking her, and the place her ship was docked had an environment safe for her to enter without any protective gear.
No ship name or greeting. She didn't know who docked her. It could be an outdated carrier, or any other semi-compatible combination. She might be the one out of date. It could be aliens with a different language, or raiders that managed to fake credentials. Actually, that last answer was most likely. Docking should have triggered a Wake-up.