Freeze Cryogenic Future Now What Exactly

Trying to imagine

And then have to contextualize 

If it was to be in fact possible 

Being able to or possess the ability

To cryogenically freeze

And so preserve myself

After my actual death

I was medically pronounced dead

Then what exactly ?

What happens then ?

1 day in however many years

Doesn't really matter in the future 

I am defrosted and woken up

Into what kind of world and existence

And who is awaiting me

My family , friends

And where do I return to my house , home

What exactly , who , where am I

And to me it is exactly at this very point

Reality fully dawns on me and I realize

The consequence of my action

And I probably wish I was dead

Rather than be alive

As this is not my life

I had and did live

And this unfortunately

Is anything but
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Kavanagh  Avatar
October 16, 2023 at 2:41 AM
When I commented about you getting your brain cryogenically frozen, I honestly had good intentions Christopher, I had more in mind, being reborn into a future utopia, but you’re probably right if it doesn’t exist now, it probably never will, cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
October 16, 2023 at 7:35 AM
I know exactly what you meant Sir totally understood and got it no need to explain Sorry this is just my dark attempt at making a joke I don't know why probably because I am am very wired and strange But death I have no qualms with Sir
Allison Avatar
October 15, 2023 at 5:26 PM
when I'm gone I'm gone no way would i want to come back to a world 50 years down the line I'm with you o this one Christopher:-) hugs Jan xx
Flaherty Avatar
October 15, 2023 at 5:46 PM
Agreed gone means gone Jan Something's are not up for negotiation or down to us. The laws of nature supersede us human beings whether we like it or not. That is moving into the realms of God , Creator call it what you want it will. Something's should not be messed with otherwise beware the consequences
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