CryoshiftCase #6-694-39245: Michael Jones.Cryoshift
Born September 5, 1993. Died and suspended July 8, 2012. Looks ordinary - stabbed in a drunken bar brawl, lay bleeding on the ground for a couple of hours before people noticed. Dead before reaching the hospital. No “do not suspend” order on file, so he was placed in cryogenic suspension. Ten percent of his property was left to grow an interest, with the rest divided to his relatives, as per the law.
As the nanobots thaw through the vitrification, I study their survey of his brain. As you’d expect from somebody dead for hours before suspension, the major structures
Childhood's EndEven after nine years, people still stare at us. We're used to it.Childhood's End
The plague that suddenly made all of humanity sterile wasn't easy on society. There was panic, rioting, doomsday cults. But eventually people adjusted and things calmed down, and scientists turned their attention to finding a cure.
It took them ten years, but they succeeded. After a decade of global childlessness, our generation was born.
Adults say we've had a strange childhood - I suppose so, though I wouldn't know. I'm used to everything centering around us, from all the stares we get to the entire industries, a decade dead, springing
UnionIt began with simple emotion implants. I loved my girl more than I could ever express in words, and it pained me to know I could never communicate that feeling adequately enough. I watched her eyes when she said she loved me, and I knew that she was suffering from the same.Union
So we talked it through, and decided to get ourselves joined. A pair of wireless transmitter/receivers installed at the base of the skull, a delicate web of sensory nanowires running to the emotional centers of the brain. One half of the pair for each of us, and we would always know exactly what the other was feeling.
Like my love for her, the s
A White DeathA boy, somewhere in his late teens and with brown reddish hair, lies motionless on the ground. His eyes are closed and his mouth is only slightly open, his knees drawn up to his belly fetal-like. His hands also rest there, firmly clutched around the waist. Underneath the belly is a pool of blood, slowly drying on the frozen ground.A White Death
He has been lying there for a while, white snowflakes slowly falling down on his lifeless body. His soft, rounded cheeks and slim, boyish build give him a pleasing appearance even now, perhaps even more so than at any point in life. For this climate he seems awfully underdressed, with only a light bla
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My author tag and avatar were made by Monblanc on GaiaOnline.
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