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But with luck,

they won't be any more serious

than those experienced by

patients with chronic diseases

or by the elderly.

The elderly?

Marc...

I understand your fear.

But I have to ask

you to be strong

and not to let it get

the better of you.

And don't you forget,

we're all here to support you.

That you're not alone.

Don't you realize the

importance of our achievement?

It's a giant step in

the history of medicine.

You're that giant step, Marc.

You'd better prepare yourself.

You're gonna be the most

famous person on the planet.

I don't know if any of you,

maybe some of the oldest,

have seen any films

about Jesus Christ.

I remember being struck once

by Lazarus' attitude in the

first moments after he was

revived by the Messiah.

He looked deeply confused.

Like he knew he

was morally corrupt.

As if he hated Jesus for

bringing him back to life.

We'll be able to go for

walks outside soon, okay?

Short ones.

So your new lungs can start

adapting to the air of our time.

- Whoa.

- Congratulations.

For he's a jolly good fellow,

For he's a jolly good fellow,

For he's a jolly good fellow,

Which nobody can deny.

100 days old.

Congratulations, Marc.

Can I eat sugar now?

Don't get your hopes up,

it's a special cake.

Mmm.

Thank you all.

Sit down, Marc.

Do you remember it?

Yeah.

What in the world is this?

My work.

And photographs.

Photographs of my life.

We'll have them scanned so you

can see them on your screen.

Hmm.

Let me tell you the story

of two lovers who

were never in sync.

The lovers without a time.

They meet in college.

They're the coolest,

the best looking.

A walking pile of hormones.

The machinery is set in motion.

The course of their lives

will never be the same again.

But the timing isn't right for her

because she has a boyfriend

that she doesn't want or perhaps

doesn't know how to break up with.

Yet still, behind her boyfriend's back,

she fools around with him

over the course of several years.

Until she realizes

she's in love with him.

And only him.

But now, the timing isn't right for him.

He got tired of waiting for her.

And has overcome his teenage shyness.

He's in his prime.

Meeting tons of girls and getting laid.

All the time.

She suffers for several years as

they continue seeing each other as friends

and occasional lovers.

Meanwhile, he grows tired of his wild ways

and realizes that what

he really wants is to be with her.

And her alone.

But once again, the timing isn't right.

Because she's tired of being

emotionally dependent on people.

And has discovered her freedom

and the pleasures of being promiscuous.

She feels young again.

Meeting tons of guys.

And getting laid all the time.

He suffers for several years

as they continue seeing each other as friends

and occasional lovers.

And now, it might be sheer habit.

But they're seeing each

other more and more.

And his hair starts falling out

and her biological clock

kicks into action.

Only for now, still...

Their luck is out.

'Cause he's just been diagnosed with cancer

and is going to die.

She confesses her love and tells him

she'll break it off with her current fling

and take a leave of absence from her job.

Because she wants this last year of his life,

this last year together

to finally be their moment as lovers.

But now isn't the right time either.

Because he's decided to

have his body cryonized.

And needs to commit suicide

before the disease destroys his body.

Dear Marc,

I've written this letter a thousand times.

I've tried to fill you in on what

happened throughout the years

to the people you loved.

But it seems unfair to

summarize their lives in a few lines.

Do you want me to read it for you?

Anyway, I'm not writing

to tell you about them

but because death is at my doorstep.

The news has come when I'm 50

And although I've conceded to

enjoy what little time I have left,

I'm having myself cryonized, too.

Why? I miss you.

That's the simplest

explanation I can give.

I never loved anyone

like I loved you.

I'd like to see you again

and hold your hand.

And if they can bring us back to life,

surely, they can make me look

young and beautiful again, right?

I'll only be a little bit wiser.

Fingers crossed.

See you soon,

Naomi.

Never.

We'll see about that!

Never!

Hey!

Hey!

Naomi!

Never!

I got a cramp!

What?

What... Oh, my God!

Not in the water!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Not in the water, no!

A large part of the success of your

reanimation was due to the fact

that you interrupted your life while

still in very good physical shape.

That's why you were selected.

There they are.

You spent a while here too, you know.

What will happen to them?

Well, it's hard to say.

Apart from the medical risks

involved in each individual case,

the time and resources required for

reanimation are still quite high.

Consider that we'd have to create

organs and specific technology

for each one of them.

Like we did with you.

And an enormous team of humans

would have to be mobilized.

Then most of these people

will never be reanimated?

Reviving cryonized people

are so expensive at the moment

that someone would have to have

a special interest in them.

And be willing to pay for it.

This is it.

This is what you wanted to see.

Here is Naomi.

We put her back in the capsule

after we performed the cell scan.

I'm afraid her organism is in

worse condition than yours was, Marc.

Her disease had caused

considerable damage when she died.

And it took too long

to properly cryonize her.

So...

It's too risky.

We could be exposing her to

some very serious after effects.

- The previous experiences were...

- I promise.

I promise you, we will

study the case carefully.

I don't want you to

get your hopes up, Marc.

Would things have turned out any

differently if I'd lived longer?

Could my relationship with Naomi

have been any different?

What was it?

Where did it come from?

The need to constantly be seeking

some unknown source of fulfillment.

The hunger for experiences in life

that always made me

wanna be everywhere

except where I actually was.

Life seemed like it was

always just around the corner.

Or in some brief moment passed

that only remained in memory.

Never here.

Never now.

It was a promise

always perceived intuitively.

In a scent.

In a glance.

In the vague feelings

caused by nostalgia.

In the touch of a body that

reminds us of the person we love.

Why then, not simply in the

touch of the person we love?

What are you gonna do

in the 22nd century?

Open a funky little

advertising boutique?

Suppose they actually

bring you back to life,

What are you going to do...

years and years from now?

Getting old.

All alone.

You'll die heartbroken!

I said I would give you this time.

Is that worth nothing to you?

You have no right.

Your life does not

belong to you alone.

Who the f*** is gonna

care about you in the future?

More than the people that care

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