Please Ignore this New Section for now :P

So I made a writing section so I can post stories I write - whee! :D (Also, what am I thinking? :P) I just don't have anything else to post right now...so there will be this article here and stuff. Yeah. There's a story down there if you would like to lookie at it. :P

Forgotten

The room had changed a lot since I'd last seen it. Of course, things change over the centuries, or maybe even decades. Technology was growing so much when I had died.

Then again, maybe this wasn't even the same room. Maybe over time they had moved those who had been frozen to another room or building altogether.

A doctor approached me. "I'm going to ask you a few questions to see how your brain fared, Mr. O'Leery." I nodded, and he began. "Do you remember how you died?"

I thought about this. I didn't, actually. "It must have been a heart attack or something like that," I said. "It was sudden. I don't remember it."

The doctor made no indication whether I was right or wrong. "Do you remember your middle name?"

"Henry-James," I answered quickly this time. "I have two."

This time he smiled a little. "And the last question, do you remember what year it was when you died?"

"2010, I believe."

The doctor set down his clipboard. "Alright sir, you passed the test. Next we're going to bring you to physical therapy, so you can get used to moving again."

"I have one question for you, though." He stayed put, so I went on. "What year is it?"

"2158. Welcome to the future, Mr. O'Leery." He grinned, and disappeared out the door.

I was thankful I had passed the test-when I thought about it, I couldn't remember what my family had looked like. I couldn't remember my wife's face. She had been frozen too, right?

The doctor having left, I had more of a chance to examine the room. I was lying on a bed-a rather nice one for a hospital-and my pod was just a few feet away, looking shinier than when I'd last seen it. The room was a nice size, the ceiling lower than I had expected. Curtains covered the window so I couldn't see what the world looked like now, but sunlight was pouring through. It was enough that the lights didn't need to be on, and they weren't.

I was wrapped in a thick blanket, and I felt warm. I must have been defrosted before they had woken me up.

Someone popped their head in. "Ready, Mr. O'Leery?"

I had nothing else to do, so I nodded. This person looked younger than the doctor, and yet seemed to know his way around. As he pushed me in a wheelchair-it was remarkably similar to what was around when I was last alive-I noticed what things had changed and what hadn't.

The ceiling of the expansive hallway was covered in wires. "We make things different now," Den explained. Unlike the doctor, the young guy had a name tag. "Walls are thinner, but they're made out of stuff that keeps quite a lot of sound out. It saves on materials. It also helps to have wires and pipes out in the open, so much easier to fix when things go wrong."

I nodded, that made sense. "But what about if you can't use a wire anymore? Do you recycle it? Are there still landfills?"

"Things like that go to Resource Buildings. Sometimes it gets used in a sculpture, sometimes it is recycled to make park of what goes into making a building...different things could happen. We don't throw anything out anymore...there aren't many landfills left. We started sorting things out."

"How would you do that? I imagine most of that stuff is pretty disgusting."

"Oh, it is! The people who work there, they have to wear these suits so nothing toxic gets at them...the moldy stuff is stored in silos in deserts until we can figure out what to do with it. Everything else gets recycled."

"Ah." I imagined that was not a job I wanted to get stuck with.

"Here we are!" He pulled me into another bright room, this one containing other people who must have recently been unfrozen. He positioned my wheelchair near another curtain-covered window.

"Alright, let's remove this blanket. Then we can get started." As Den folded the blanket and set it on a table nearby, another patient screamed.

"NO! I don't want to be here! Leave me alone!"

The voice was a woman's, and it was vaguely familiar. I looked over, and she had pale wispy hair down to her shoulders, but that was all I could see. She wasn't facing me.

"Need help?" Den asked the woman's nurse, and she shrugged.

"She's been like this since we woke her up a couple weeks ago. I've gotten used to it."

"Does she know where she wants to be?" I asked. Surely she didn't mean she didn't want to be here in the future-she'd had herself frozen, after all. But maybe she meant she didn't want to be in the hospital? How was she going to function elsewhere if she resisted physical therapy?

"Nan-" the nurse tried to appeal to her, but was cut off.

"I never asked to be frozen! I was happy where I was! Why did you have to bring me back?!" She twisted away from the nurse, and for a split second I saw her face.

Suddenly I remembered something. My wife wasn't herself when she passed. I thought it would be great to have both of us frozen, and then when they found a cure for her, we could be revived and enjoy life together again.

I hadn't thought she wouldn't want to be treated.

She thrashed her hands around, suddenly tearing open one of the curtains. Sunlight poured in, so bright I could barely see. But I squinted, and was able to make out some of the world outside. Lots of buildings nearby this one, and beyond that, desert. I think I could see a few silos, or maybe it was my imagination.

I sighed and looked back at my wife as the nurse hurried to close the curtains. This was going to be a strange adventure.