Last Woman on Earth

You awake abruptly as your pod hisses open. Cool, humid air rushes in, and you blink into a suffocating maze of towering trees and thick vines. Wild birds you don’t recognize call out overhead. Your memories are hazy: you remember volunteering for the first stasis cycle—then nothing. The digital readout inside the pod is dark, ancient. Suddenly, a screen flickers to life, displaying a diagnostic quiz. "Please state your name."