[ WP ] It 's 3016 , cryogenic people are being revived for the first time .

`` Get up!'' A voice thundered in the cryogenic chamber. The steel vent opened and the chilling gas that was shrouding me for god-knows-how-long was being sucked out from the chamber of mine. I rolled my eyes upward. Nov. 03016., the green neon light flickered. I gazed at the numbers once more: 3,016. Three thousand and sixteen, huh. You could say I've been waiting to hear that words for eight hundred years. Did humanity really took eight hundred years to find cure for nano-machine viral infection? I pondered. I guess the nanos were pushing the boundary of the laws of physics, but I did not expect to take it so long. Also, I thought to myself, these future employee of Cryo Corp. could learn to be a bit more polite. 
 
 `` I said get up!'' a voice thundered once more. He sure was impatient. Or was it the case that the culture of future is being rude to your patrons? I shook the frost chips off my body and began to breath manually. I squeezed my lungs to get the last puff of cryogenic gas out from my system. Although I was a bit saddened at the thought that my family would be long gone by now, but I was prepared. In fact, the anticipation of experiencing the future was racing my heart. 
 
 `` Fuckin' get up!'' A voice rang. A wooden stock of rifle shattered the glass of the cryogenic chamber and hit my stomach. The shards of glasses made several cuts on my arms. I groaned in pain as I vainly attempted to cover up the wounds. A big gloved hand reached me and grabbed me by the collar. The hand pulled me out of the cryogenic chamber and threw me on the dusty ground of the cryogenic chamber room. Dusty? I ran my bleeding finger against the tile of the room. Dirt and dust and some sort of insect shells all over the floor. 
 
 `` I will say this for the last damn time. Get. Up.'' said the man of the hand. He had a rifle resting on his shoulder and a thick black gas mask on his face. I reluctantly got up to my feet. I started to cough up the last bit of the cryogenic gas as I patiently waited for what was up. The man was humming to himself and reading through my patient profiles. I was going to ask what happened with the Cryo Corp. but was too intimidated to ask. Even if the future is paradise and all, I doubted he broke through the chamber glass with a good intention. 
 
 `` Ah, yes, yes... These... match up!'' the man mumbled to himself. He tucked the profile papers under his arm pit and pointed the rifle toward me. `` Now walk, meat bag.'' I raised my hand up and started to walk toward wherever he was pointing. The cryogenic room was in shambles. More than half the chambers were broken and looted, and fluorescent light of the ceiling of the room was out. It seemed like all the cryogenic chambers were running on the emergency batteries as I was told several centuries ago. 
 
 Outside, about two dozen men in black uniform trench coats and same kind of gas masks on their face awaited both of us. `` Boss!'' said the man with the rifle behind me, `` We've got a match!'' The two dozen men started to separate into two groups and revealed a man sitting on a chair behind them. He alone was donned in red. As he raised himself up from the chair, the men in black knelt before him. 
 
 The man in red, who seemed to be the leader of the group, opened his arm in welcome and said: `` Ah, my liver.'' His liver. The men in red also stepped away from the hallway and led me to a room. An operating room. In the room, stood a 9-feet hunched giant covered in white rags holding a tray of surgical knives. He was spraying some liquid on them. In the corner of the room, a pile of corpses turned inside out laid dead. I recognized few of them. They all had the same nano-machine viral infection like I did. I saw where this was going. 
 
 `` Liver?'' asked the giant. 
 
 `` Liver.'' answered the man in red. My ear was ringing and my tongue tasted bitter. I woke up, just to die. 
 

