This is my favorite part about cryogenic fantasies: “People disgusted with the present times might have themselves kept for a more enlightened age.” This provokes so many unanswered questions! Who will freeze you? Who will thaw you? Who makes the decision when the age is “enlightened” enough to hit the defrost switch on your Popsicle-body? And why would the future want your old ass around anyway?
Now I really want to write a character called “Disappointed Victorian Cryonaut”:
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
The Cryonaut looks around at traffic, his eyes wide.
CRYONAUT: Ah! The future! Surely this is a more enlightened age!
TAXI DRIVER: Get out of the road, you nutcase!
The taxi HONKS and speeds past. The Cryonaut’s face falls as a single tear runs down his face.
CRYONAUT: Bah! This age is as vulgar as the last!
He KICKS a piece of trash, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
CRYONAUT: I’m never gonna get to an enlightened age