"Yeah, what part of 'in stasis' in unclear to you, exactly?" Rush fires back, prickling frustration escalating more and more with each passing second. "Or are you unfamiliar with the term? Waking up naturally is not an option. Not until I am pulled out of stasis."

And Rush is tired of awful simulations. He is so incredibly tired of them. Simulations in which he dies, simulations in which everyone he knows (and certainly doesn't love or care for, not even remotely, he is adamant about this) dies, simulations in which he is trailed by talking animals and men holding rabbits and things. Stasis has meant an infinite loop of simulations. This one may be a deviation from the norm, but it does not make it any less tiring.