“There was no up or down, no spatial coordinates, and time seemed to have stopped. And nothing was really felt, consciousness remained on the verge of reality and non-existence, floating out of there for a second or two, only to plunge into nothingness again. Then it calmed down somewhat, determined that everything was not so bad, and began to linger on the surface of existence much longer, until suddenly it abruptly and finally came to its senses, and with it its main component - man. There was an instant reunion, as if the unconscious body had been sprinkled with living water, and Phil opened his eyes slightly, finding his own physical essence, which he was at the moment - a first-class navigator, a healthy, full-fledged man in the prime of his life with a memorable appearance. Recognizing oneself after a deep artificial sleep passed unnoticed and casually (the first time, or what?), but the sensations that anabiosis brought after waking up cannot be called pleasant, you can’t really get used to them: just floating, as if knocked down, the consciousness of which it was worth it. And everything else too. Weakness, for example. Rainbow spots before the eyes. Well, thoughts to match: sluggish, abstract, none..."