Xam does anything for money. She answered the advert at the cryogenic laboratory that requested young fit specimens for temporary employment with suitable remuneration. She turned up in what she considered suitable slutwear, which was totally ignored when they threw her into a vat of liquid nitrogen. A few years later, the research leader at the laboratory deemed it was time to retrieve all the frozen specimens. All except Xam had turned into frozen slush, most certainly dead and no chance of