Pain. That was all I knew of this strange world in which I had awoken. Pain and screaming.

As the synthetic blood was pumped into my veins my hearing began to return, and the clouds of fog and ice that had been obscuring my higher brain functions began to clear.

The synth-blood is no where near as good as the real thing, it’s just to keep you going until your body’s natural production kicks back in. Or at least, that’s what they told us in the pre-flight briefing. I tried to concentrate on this, the only piece of information my semi-frozen brain could recall.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, some trainee medic-tech remembered to turn the painkillers on.

I opened my eyes, the frost that covered my eyelids cracking delicately. I tested as many of my motor responses as I could strapped into that god damned icebox. Then I lay there, naked and shivering. All this for a job as a welder.

There was a knock on the glass panel at the foot of the cryo-chamber.
“Wakey wakey sunshine. Welcome to Ganymede.”