Cryogenics: (n) the branch of physics that deals with very low temperatures
In any given winter in Central Ohio, I must have said it at least a hundred times:
“I’m gonna freeze my ass off.”
Why I thought it was significant to center in on my ass, or if my overall freezing would begin or end there, I do not know.
But with the arrival of cryogenics, you can now freeze your ass ON.
Yes, if you develop some sort of incurable disease or if you’re just sick of living in the twenty-first century, you can freeze your body—to later have it thawed out in such a time when the disease that inhabits you can be healed or the ugliness of age that is pursuing you can be receded.
In other words, you get younger.
I have to ask myself if this is something I would like to do.
Was I so impressed with my first go-around that I would like to go around later on with people, times and unknown quantities beyond my control?
Coming back from the dead in a much, much different generation is certainly waking up with no friends.
You might be a curiosity, but still, so old-fashioned and stuck in your time that the new-fangled world, which obviously must be accomplished, might be unsuitable for your occupation.
Even though no one likes it, death offers an obvious last chapter.
Otherwise, if you delay it, it’s like that annoying friend from your high school who started writing a novel twenty years ago and has not finished it yet, though every time you meet him he reminds you that he has a novel on ice, and that someday…ah, yes.