It’s cold in here…
Damn it’s cold in here…
They said I wouldn’t feel anything. That it would be just like going to sleep, and that I’d wake up years from now, when they’d discovered a way to reverse the debilitating condition that’s wasting all of my muscles, including my heart, and it would feel like no time has passed.
I suppose there was no way they could know, really. It’s not like anyone has ever gone through this process and then been woken up before. It’s funny, that thought never troubled me until now. Do they really know if this works or not? I was too afraid of dying to care. Which is ironic, because my wife always told me that I was too afraid to live.
She hated this idea. She said that she wouldn’t be able to properly mourn me and move on if she knew I was technically still alive somewhere, “frozen in a block of ice.” She said that I was selfish to do this, and I suppose she was right. My children thought it was cool (no pun intended) that daddy was going to be “an ice man” and see the future.
Good Lord I’m bored. I could be stuck like this for hundreds of years. I hope they’ve found a cure for insanity by the time I’m thawed out, as I’m likely to need it. I wonder what the future will be like? Will we have flying cars, teleporters, personal jet packs? You know…I’m sure we were supposed to have those by the year 2000, it feels like all my comics lied to me. Hopefully we’ll have world peace, and robots will do all the work so we won’t need money, and we can have endless days filled with leisure and pleasure. Mind you, they’ve been predicting that since the sixties…another thing that science fiction got wrong.
I hope they still have steak when they thaw me out. That’s the first thing I’m going to do…have a nice steak….
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Outside the cryogenics facility a middle aged man in a grubby orange overall loads a canister of gas covered in warning labels into a beaten up white van, while a man in a crumbled suit, carrying a clip board looks on.
“Is this the last of them, guv’?” asks the man in the overalls.
“Yeah, once you’ve got that on board we can move on to shutting down the machinery inside,” replies the man with the clip board.
“Seems a damn shame to me, these folks are expectin’ to be woken up and cured,” says the man in the overalls, safely stowing the last of the gas canisters on his van.
“It would seem that demand for cryogenic freezing has fallen off rather sharply since the economic downturn, this company simply stopped paying its bills, which was when we were called in,” replies the suited man, rather matter of factly.
“Damn shame, if you ask me….damn shame…”
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…it’s cold in here…
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