[ WP ] When a person dies , they do not leave their body . They are sentient inside their corpse until it is destroyed/decomposed .

==== REC1099c- [ Stetson ] ==== 
 
 -- Patient ID: 100000032 -- 
 
 -- Recorded: 10/2/2255 -- 
 
 -- Status: CRYO STORAGE -- 
 
 The following is a transcript from memories resurfaced from the patient 100000032, our most successful recovery yet. 
 
 The consciousness was no longer present, but based on previous findings we believe it had achieved post-physical status before recovery. 
 
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 When I had laid dying, slowly succumbing to the frozen blanket of white around me, I prayed for it to end. 
 
 I was never a religious person, and only in the madness of facing my own mortality did I attempt to reason with the creator. As I lost feeling in my legs my prayers turned to epithets, hurled at the gray sky above me. I finally accepted it, my body and mind so tired I wished only to hurry it along. Even if I was found now, what would life be with half my body frozen? With the last of my strength, I managed to rip a nice gash in my wrists with the ice pick attached to my waist. That should do, wo n't be long now. I grew weak, and laid back on the snow drift I had attempted to shelter under. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift into sleep unable to feel anything but the mindless throbbing of numbness. 
 
 My dreams drifted, sullen and dark. Windy tundra, blowing a dusting of ice particles around. The sun hanging low in the sky, casting an erie half-light across the land. I woke to the sound of footsteps, tiny patterings in a multiple pattern. Something on four legs was near, but I was unable to open my eyes. My body would n't respond, I could n't breath. Panic set in as I tried to move anything, realizing I must be experiencing a lucid dream. I just need to move so I can fend off the animal, maybe it will keep me warm! The sound drew closer, and I could suddenly feel hot breath against my skin. Something wet touched my skin in several places, piercing through the numbness throughout my body. I knew it was a tundra wolf the moment the jolt of pain shot up through my spine, as it tore deep into my arm. It was the first real thing I had felt in hours probably. It was almost euphoric, not quite like the pain I had felt before. This was just a sensation, but I did n't tense in response. The signal seemed lost in a haze. Something hurt, but it was n't me. 
 
 I am dead, I finally realized. So much for the pearly gates, I wonder how long I will be like this? I ca n't keep myself entertained forever, even if I wanted to think up new and complex maths or theories I could never share them. Is this what hell is? Having to serve out your sentence living on in your own broken corpse? Will this last forever, or will I end up floating on? 
 
 The wolf had his fill and moved on, leaving me alone once more. I sort of missed him, I could feel my minds eye smiling thinking about it. Hey, at least you gave another being nourishment during this blizzard, you contributed to the earth somehow. 
 
 -- - Several Days Later -- - 
 
 My body froze over complete, a few feet of snow dust must be over me now. I will never be found, and if what I am thinking is right, I might be here for a long long time. My thoughts are clearer now, and I am finding myself able to sense somewhat around me. I can sort of feel the makeup of the snow, even a few feet away. It all gets blurry after that. It would be pretty cool if it was n't all just snow, only snow, and nothing but the snow. I suppose I am lucky, I will get to live on forever thinking. It reminds me of the thoughts that would keep me awake when I was younger, fearing the day my consciousness disappeared. Unable to comprehend the eternal blackness that awaited me, I never even thought for a moment that it was exactly NOT what would happen. 
 
 I guess that is it now, I hope someone finds me eventually and is able to extract these memories from my brain - assuming that is what this is. Maybe it is, some sort of quantum entangled field or something my kid would talk about reading on wikipedia. Who knows, but if you find me and extract this somehow: re-freeze me! I am starting to enjoy this. Hell, maybe we will even be able to communicate if you figure out how to pick this up. 
 

