It's cold today. But not as cold as in the cryogenic capsule. I was reborn, just like the phoenix, but my ashes were not transformed into fire, but into ice.

When I accepted the proposal for extended life, I thought the future would be full of science, intelligence, overcoming and innovation. But no.

I arrived and saw girls laughing at another one, because she was sending letters to her "crash" (I don't know what that means, but I think is the boy she likes).

I wish they had found a cure for my illness, but not yet. All that's left for me now is to return to my sempl-ice rest. Good night, see you in 2050.