He was immediately struck by the feeling of stale air filling his throat. It was followed by sensation of stiffness coming from his every muscle and joint.
He had no idea how long he had been asleep for but it was clear that it was a few decades too many.
He sat up from the sleeper and held his head in his hands for a few moments trying to clear it of any thoughts. He had to prepare the pod for surfacing. "Work now, think later" he murmured.
His voice surprised him; it was broken and raspy. The faint sound of clicking and buzzing coming from the rest of the pod signaled it was completing its automatic boot sequence.
He slid from the sleeper onto his feet and hobbled his way to the front bay.
The pods bare metal structure groaned and creaked as he moved. The man finally managed to reach the terminal needed to wake the robots hanging off the racks on the wall.
He quickly glanced up at the five robots on either side of the chamber and with a grunt gave them the command to boot.
Each rack lowered their five robots and released each from its connecting port in a perfectly timed sequence. He grinned at the sight of all ten robots coming alive.
To him it was a thing of beauty and the reason he became a doctor of robotic engineering. One of the robots buzzed and pointed to the repair unit in the back corner of the room.
"Shit" he said under his breath. That should have been the first thing to be turned on.
As he turned to hobble over to the repair unit the whole pod began to shake and rise. It caught the man and all ten robots off guard knocking them off balance.
The man fell to his knees but immediately began to crawl forward to the huge bay door swearing repeatedly under his breath. The pod was surfacing too early.
The roar of metal and moving parts was almost deafening as he neared the bay door. And then as suddenly as it had started it stopped.
Multiple robots began to remark about how the pod was surfacing too early but the man did not hear them.
He was fixated on the door as it purred away releasing the bolts that were holding it shut. Slowly the door began to open, swinging downwards in a long slow arc.
The rush of fresh air and natural light was as exhilarating as it was scary and the man clambered to his feet taking a few steps back from the door.
As the door dropped a small group of people with weapons appeared from behind its lip.
They seemed almost surprised to see the man. But before anything could be said their leader quickly stepped forward and said "Sorry son" as he raised his gun and shot the man through the head.
He was dead before he hit the ground.