"We fell out of the void toward the planet that Hugo had named Eliot. Its G-class star, Pound, hung like a fiery jewel in the void. I was frozen, and Pound thawed me from an eon's sleep, gossamer arrays drinking in light and heat and literally, though indirectly, warming the frozen sludge of my blood. It brought me back to life. Five thousand others slept on. Eighteen corpses thawed, and bled."
A tightly written sci fi short story based on T. S. Eliot's opus 'The Waste Land' that explores the divide between science and God.
