If you had the money and the wherewithal to do it, and if was possible to do, would you climb into a rocket ship, enter into a cryogenic sleep and be
propelled to say 90% the speed of light using a fission drive or some such thing with a return date, after a few years of slowing down, of say 10,000
years from now, with no guarantee that there would even be anyone around to retrieve you and great you (so let's assume that you can also land)?
If you made it back in one piece, well rested and ready to pick up your new life, what do you think you'd find and discover about our world and what's
changed in the last 10,000 years?
What makes this an interesting question is that it's scientifically sound and in the realm of possible, maybe within our lifetime, to get on board
such a ship maybe launched by some eccentric billionaire who might like to cheat death, allowing you to buy a ticket or at least reserve a place in
the lottery, and "win".
The craft would need to be well shielded at that speed to handle any space dust or cosmic debris, and would follow a long trajectory in orbit around
It could be the death of you of course, but the payoff would be quite literally, the opportunity to travel far into the future by many many
So that's the premise of the story, if anyone would like to pick it up from here....
Into the Future, by AnkhMorpork
A red light was blinking on and off to the sound of his heartbeat, while a visual of his brainwave pattern revealed a steady climb from the delta
pattern of deep sleep through theta, to alpha and then the beta rythms of wakefulness. It was like being resurrected into a high tech coffin.
Bob looked around and attempted to deduce his true circunstamce. "Where am I?" he croaked, as if he hadn't used his own vocal chords for millennia
(although by his own clock, 980 years would be more precise), and then it all came flooding in like an epiphany of the newly resurrected. "Oh, my,
God!" he said.
"Oh my God! I'm back!" he exclaimed, more forcefully, and proceeded to press the appropriate release button on his coffin-capsule, liberating himself
into, "into what?" he again whispered to himself (he'd always had a habit of talking to himself when unsure of his true bearing and circumstance) -
"well here goes nothing!" croaked Bob as he prepared to step out (not an easy task when you've been in hibernation for almost 1000 years) into the
'domain' of 31st century Earth, as that little red light began to blink in rapid succession to signal the sudden spike in his heart rate, and the
brain-wave pattern on the screen signalled that he was in a state of near-panic, and/or absolute exhilaration at his newfound circumstance on the far
side of "the deep sleep". Both, it was both. He was both freaked right out, Bob was, and yet more excited that he'd ever been as a young child on
Christmas morning. This was it! He made it! "I made it!" he said, as if to no one in particular, or as to any other person as might exist, or not.
None of that mattered to him at this point however, as much as the curiosity of it impinged on his state of mind almost like a tickling sensation at
the back of his mind. He was ALIVE!
Oh what will I find? he thought to himself, gingerly placing first one leg and then the other on the floor, and then, with a shaking hand on the rail
of his sleep-pod, Bob slowly stood up to face the future.
to be cont'd..
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