The cryo-chamber seal finished its rotation with a final, mournful clang. Steam hissed, curling around their boots like dying ghosts."If that thing has claws, I’m using you as a shield, Bima," Lalu whispered, his voice vibrating with tension.Siti didn't look at him. Her eyes were locked on the frost-dusted glass. "Look at the face. Just look at it."The lid slid back with a sickening grind of metal on metal. Bima stepped forward, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He froze. The figure inside wasn't a monster. It was a man, pale and brittle, wearing the tattered remains of a pilot’s flight suit."Is that...?" Baiq’s voice died in her throat."It’s me," Bima whispered, his hand drifting toward his own temple, tracing the jagged scar there. "It’s me, down to the last pore."Lalu holstered his sidearm, his face drained of color. "That’s not funny, Captain. That’s not even possible.""Look at the name tag," Siti urged, stepping closer. "‘Bima-742.’ What does that e