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everything was ready.

We'd say goodbye to each other.

And at the last moment, right before

I was about to drink the poison

that would stop my

heart from beating,

I realized that the last few months

had somehow been the best of my life.

Squeezing every drop out of each moment

in a way that I never have before.

The happiness and the pain.

Everything was connected.

But I had second thoughts

at that moment.

I thought about putting it off.

Living life to the fullest.

As long as my disease would let me.

But, no.

Because the happiness

I felt was only possible

because I decided to kill myself.

Suicide was my way of fighting

the arbitrariness of cancer.

The only way to avoid the agony.

And the uncertainty of when

death would finally arrive.

The cryonization, it gave me hope.

It gave me the faith

I didn't have to die peacefully.

You know, the truth is, I never

really thought I would be reanimated.

But doing what I did,

it gave me a program to follow.

It restored a certain order to things.

It gave me back control over my life.

Finally, I had accepted

the idea of dying.

I realized that was what mattered,

that things were fine as they were.

So, I drank the poison.

The fear is gone.

And right now, too,

things are fine as they are.

You know, living again was worth it.

'Cause I met you.

That's been the best part.

For me too, Marc.

Then, will you help me?

Of course, I will.

All I need is the name of the

product and the necessary dosage.

My job is to assist you in life,

not to help you end it.

You're the only one

I can turn to, Elizabeth.

Why? Why should I help you?

'Cause you've seen everything I have.

'Cause you understand what

I feel better than you'd like.

Because I need for

all of this to mean something.

Because I'm all alone.

Because you love me.

The plan is simple.

In the next few days, I'll

follow the advice of my doctors.

And record my remaining memories.

But for you, not me.

I'll relive my memories

for the last time.

I'll wait until the weekend.

Would you like to join us?

Oxycrone.

Oxycrone.

Oxycrone.

Remember.

Two calls.

Yes.

First the cyronics lab and

one to 911.

And cardiac...

Cardiac massage.

- Gently.

- Right.

Don't wake me up again.

'kay.

We got it.

Where you want the books?

And this right here, is the best part.

My... What?

- F*** you!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude! Dude!

And, you, know.

- Then.

- Whoa.

I dare you guys to jump today.

No.

Your mama's so fat, when she sat on

a rainbow, it turned into Skittles.

Wait for me in... the water!

Poor Dr. West.

Lazarus wants to return to obscurity.

He was right.

Just like I wasn't ready to die,

I wasn't ready to live like this, either.

Like most people from my time,

I can't accept anything less than

the young, free and sensual world

of the advertising Olympus

I'd grown accustomed to.

The frozen shop window existence.

A heaven for skeptics.

Therefore, ladies and gentlemen

of the future...

I hope this will help to

clarify my final wish

To be nothing again.

To disappear.

To finally rest in peace.

Although, I have a suspicion.

It's possible that you might

never see this recording.

It's possible that

Prodigy Health Corporation,

after investing so much into

Project Lazarus,

after putting so much time into me,

might not permit this failure.

We found you just in time,

we managed to recover your organism.

You are one very lucky young man.

Please, forgive us.

How insolent of us.

We should have been

more understanding.

But trust me, we won't let you

feel discouraged again.

You'll recover your will to live.

Heartrate and blood pressure rising.

Increase solution to 180.

Activate cardiac assistance.

Activating. 180. Oxygen dropping.

- Intracranial hypertension.

- Dilute and maintain ventilation.

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