Now, you must understand that I was a volunteer for this. My reason wasn't money, but rather to go down in history as the first man to do it (I'm twenty-five). I figured it was my way to get into the history books. Eric Robinson, the first man to be cryogenically frozen. It was a risky venture, but I wasn't the type of person to turn down something like this. To actually go to sleep now and wake up two-hundred years in the future, in the twenty-third century? Who wouldn't want to go on that adventure? Okay, I guess I could think of a lot of people who wouldn't.
But enough about them. This story is about me, and how this revolutionary process completely changed my life.
I stood in the cryo chamber, just as the doctors told me to do. And after they injected me with some sort of drug, I felt myself getting weaker.
"After two hundred years, the chamber will automatically awaken and release you. It has its own power source, so there's no chance that it will break down during all that time," one of the doctors said. They had already explained all this before, but I'm sure that they were just trying to allay my fears, if I had any.
As I began to black out, Dr. Wellington (the inventor of the cryo chamber) smiled and said "Safe journey." Then I blacked out completely, just as I felt cold air fill the chamber.
I opened my eyes.
