The legal waivers and Interstellar Travel Insurance forms were all filled out in triplicate. Your two cubic meter personal cargo container has been packed and stowed. The biomonitors have been attached, and you've somehow managed to get reasonably comfortable within your cryotube.
As the holoprojector gleefully informs you that induced hibernation will shortly begin, you look forward to arriving at your destination. Thirty-two years in cryosleep will feel like a brief nap. When you awake, the projector states, Arrival Reception Stewardesses will be there to greet you and the other four hundred and ninety-nine colonists.
"Our automated astronaviagtion systems ensure a safe and effortless journey to your new home on Ayria Prime 6." Your eyes grow heavy, and you drift off to the sound of the pleasant recorded voice happily reciting, "The Mark-V control and maintainace programs virtually guarantee a trip that is free from error... error...error..."
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