Someone has to be woken. Someone has to choose.
The colony four hundred meters down runs on habit and exhaustion. Mara Quinn holds it together. Daniel Cole, the man who woke them without asking, is kept alive, kept useful, and kept away from every door.
Then a cooling loop fails in an outer bay, and four hundred sleepers begin to warm.
The night that follows proves what nobody wanted on the record. Too few hands are awake to keep ten thousand alive, and every wake is permanent now. So the colony opens the personnel files and does what Cole did alone in the dark, only this time with criteria, a vote, and minutes.
A crawlspace between two hulls and a clock measured in hours. Rules Vivian Shaw means to write herself. A name Sasha Idris says out loud, and a room that calls it sentiment. A margin Priya Raman cannot account for.
The building answers every question honestly. Nobody has asked it the right one.
The second book of the Stasis series, a near-future science fiction thriller about law, consent, and what a sealed room owes the people it never asked, for readers who love morally complex characters, slow-burn dread, and questions that refuse a clean answer.