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The gurney wheel squeaked as it rolled down the hallway. Every time it completed a rotation it would let out an excruciating sound similar to nails on chalkboards. The cause of this sound was the body on the gurney, the weight pressing the frame of the gurney down just enough to cause the sound. This, in turn, drove the orderlies pushing the gurney to the point of desperation. The two orderlies, one actually pushing the gurney, one walking beside it, worked in the cryogenic study wing of the Jacob’s Science Hospital. After a few moments of unbearable squeaking, the orderly walking tried to drown it out, “So what’s the story with this kid?”
The orderly pushing, a tall dark skinned man, shrugged and said “His dad is one of the main funders of this place. So when his kid contracted one of those terminal diseases, something to do with his heart rotting, his dad asked the board if there was anything that could be done. The guy in charge of our wing offered one of our freezers, and the dad took him up on the offer.”
The other orderly, a shorter young blonde woman, whistled and replied “Wow, that’s terrible. There isn’t anything else that could be done?”
The man shook his head “Not that I heard. The hope is that we freeze him; keep a copy of the chart on the freezer, and eventually someone will find a way to cure him. In return, the docs get to study the effects that long term freezing has on someone of a younger age than our normal applicants.”
The two orderlies stopped the conversation as they pulled into a large room. One wall was taken up by large cylinders, with glass facing outward. The glass was frosted up, but vague human shapes were visible inside. Attached to the cyro-cylinders through a great many wires were several computers monitoring the various states of the bodies inside. Three people were already inside the room when the orderlies entered. One older man dressed in a fine suit and bowler hat, and two middle aged men in lab coats and scrubs. One of them was wearing thin rimmed glasses, and he was the one who spoke first, “Here’s your son now,” motioning to the gurney.
The man looked over at the body on the gurney and nodded, his eyes tearing up as he looked away. After a moment, he said, “I want to thank you again for giving my son a chance.”
The doctor nodded and pointed to the last cylinder in the row. The door was already open and waiting. Inside were several tubes and wires to be hooked up, and the sides were vented to allow the freezing to happen. The two doctors walked over to the cyro-chamber cylinder and motioned the orderlies over. The orderlies pushed the gurney to the chamber, and took the sheet. The body of the young man was still in his teens. His eyes were closed, and his body had a greasy looking coating on it. He had been shaved perfectly bald all over, and his face was vaguely peaceful. However, his skin was horrifically pale, and he was skinny to the point of almost being emaciated. His eyes had dark circles, and his cheeks were mildly sunken. A dark purple bruise was over his heart, the main indicator of his condition. As the two orderlies helped the teen into the chamber and hooked the various wires and tubes into him, the two doctors began going the checklist, “Cyroprotectant solution has been put on, the patient is under anesthesia, and hair has been removed to prevent crystalizing.”
After the boy was hooked up and the doctors were ready, the man asked, “Are you sure this is safe?”
The doctor with glasses turned and said, “We’ve been over this. This is already a proven science; he will stay alive until medical technology is advanced enough to deal with his condition. The chambers are hooked into powerful UV solar panels-even on the cloudiest day they produce power. And even if they are knocked out, the chambers have their own private generator hooked into the water pipes. And if that fails they also have their own private batteries guaranteed to keep them running for 15 years. And those are the fail safes to our fail safes. The glass is five-inch thick bulletproof with two inches of plastic coating, and the chambers are six-inch solid steel with an inch of cast iron cores. Trust us, nothing will go wrong.”
The doctor turned back to the computer console and began typing in instructions. After a moment, he nodded to the orderly. The orderly closed the door to the cyro-chamber, and the doctor pressed one last key. The vents glowed blue and the glass frosted up within seconds. A few more seconds, and the boy became another vague human shape on the other side of the glass.
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