Slowly, carefully, the group moved forward. Ahead, lights glowed dimly beneath a thick layer of dust, and strange shapes, each meters off the floor, and two and a half meters long, were lined up along the walls. Tychon the mutant scout carefully brushed back the dust, and said with disappointment, “It’s a body, a dead person preserved inside.” Visa the thinker moved up and examined the Ancient script on the control panel. “No, not a dead body.” she said. “It’s a Sleeper!!” (publisher blurb)