James rose to her hooves, taking the tablet in her mouth. She didn't care about her dignity really, so she didn't insist on staying upright like Dorothy. She nodded politely to the others, before walking awkwardly down the hallway. I know exactly how you feel, Martin, she thought. But it wasn't like she could climb back into a cryogenics pod and go to sleep—there was no such technology. They hadn't been woken up, they'd been created. Now it was up to them to make that creation mean something.