Aubade: Chapter 8
The Awakening
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The first serial I ever read was published in a Swedish version of a Ladies’ Home Journal type magazine. I loved the idea of having to wait a while for the next chapter of the story. There was that mystery aspect to it, almost like waiting for a letter to arrive. If you’re looking for something fun to read this summer, hop onboard Aubade — my sci-fi serial. It has a bit of everything, and it doesn’t take itself too seriously. And yes, there’s a mystery and futuristic tech and yes, there’s romance too! All you need, right? Here you can read more about how it all began and the why.
Premise:
You’re a woman who’s woken up out of stasis and you find yourself onboard the spaceship Aubade escaping Earth. Forever. Last thing you remember is going to bed. On Earth.
In this chapter of Aubade, a sci-fi serial:
Sara finds herself awakening from a mysterious and seemingly painless death. However, she quickly realizes that something is amiss when she detects a foul stench and discovers that she is still alive. Confined to a bed, Sara overhears conversations and learns that she has undergone a restoration process. As she recovers, she learns that her actions have earned her the respect and admiration of the crew. Sara engages in a conversation with Stapleton, revealing that both of them are not on suppressants.
The Awakening
A painless death is the most desirable death I could ever wish for, she hummed to herself. It wasn't painful at all, but what she had not expected was the stench. An awful, organic and burned stench wouldn't leave her alone. So, it will keep me in one form of agony since the other one did not occur. I am not even afraid at all. She drifted off and fell asleep.
The next time she woke up it smelled like human body odor, and she began to suspect she wasn't dead. Death would smell worse. It was dark, and she was lying on something soft.
She heard two voices coming from another room. It felt like her own bed, but the awful odor could not come from her, could it? She lifted her arm and took a whiff, it was her. Great, body odor worse than death.
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