| Puddle of Cryonics |
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| Catch as Catch Can | |||
| Written by Francis Scudellari | |||
| Thursday, 04 February 2010 20:56 | |||
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I'd rather be a puddle than a Popsicle. Can I tell you why? Better yet, I'll start by asking, What should immortality cost? It could be mine for the low- low price of twenty-nine, nine-ninety-nine. Yes, in US dollars, no cents. I've got the latter, not the former, at least not in this lifetime. I might also mention the ugly how to get there: First flushed, then re-pumped blue for blood, I'd be bagged and hung upside down in a sparing accommodation. If plans hatch as laid, science'll shell me out from gamy non-life to patch and catch me up. But why would it bother, 'less to pick my pickled brain about times ago when men couldn't see much beyond their vanity. And that takes me back where I started at: I'd rather be a puddle, and evaporate.
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