The freezer cubical was open, it looked dark and clean, like
a closed public building.
He was almost tempted by his body to run out and say "no! I
don`t want to live in the future, I'm fine here, where I
am!",
but then he remembered his promise, he could not live a
normal life here ,when he knew that he had not completed the
task he gave himself.
He wanted to be great, not for other people, but for
himself. To be an artist, someone that would make something
important enough to be called a real artist.
So he will live in the future, his other destination, to see
the real future. He will be opened 2000 years from the day
he was put in.
He was finished with his first lifetime.
He went out of the room for the goodbye party. There were
cakes and balloons but it was not like a regular party. The
party was sad, it was almost as if it was his funeral.
Well, it was his funeral, he would never really come back,
even though he would be alive.

"Happy future to you
happy future to you
happy future to John Smith
happy future to you"
That was only one of the songs sang to him in his huge
party, that was populated not only by his friends and family
but by people from throughout the world, his farewell party
was broadcast on all the news networks. The people who did
not know him were happy, they would not miss him at all.

he went back into the room, the freezer cubical looked
darker than ever, even more than the first time he saw it.
He went in, alone, he knew that in a moment the cell would
be filled with a variety of preservatives, accompanied by
liquid nitrogen, which would flow in and freeze him for 2000
years. He was in there for a moment, and then he felt
nothing.

Maria Smith, John Smith's mother, ran out and cried.
"He's dead, he's dead. I feel it"
She did not care if anyone heard her cry, she wanted to die,
but she did not have the self control needed for it.
Maximilian, John's best friend, saw her and came to comfort
her , but she did not care.
"He didn't really die, you know"
"no, he's dead, he killed himself from our point of view and
us from his"
"well, he died the way he wanted to"
"Nobody wants to die"
"so why are people willing to die?"
"They are just seeking attention, something psychological"
she was enjoying the conversation, it distracted her from
John, John... she cried again, weeping with tears. He was
gone, even though he wasn't dead.
"I liked him too, you know"
"but you didn't love him, he wasn't the only light in your
life"
"Remember, he did it of his own free will, he wanted to see
the future"
"he didn't know what was good for him, he was onl..."
"he is not only a child!"
This time he cut her sentence in the middle, speaking
swiftly and angrily.
"Some mothers have a problem with their children growing up,
but you must understand that as a thirty-year old man he has
the right to decide what is good for him!"
"I'm sorry, I know, but..."
"We all lost him" he said, trying not to cry himself
"but this is a happy occasion, he did what he wanted to do,
and we have to celebrate it"
this time Maria was angry
"Do-not-celebrate-make-his-death-loss-some happy occasion!"
"I did not mean to celebrate his loss"
"but that is exactly what you are doing!"
"I am not celebrating his loss, I am celebrating his
choice..."
"To die!"
"He's not dead!"
It seemed, for the first time, that her words hurt him. He
was saddened by the loss of his best friend but tried to be
happy for him, Maria seemed to have seen that too.
"Im sorry, I am..."
"Don't be, let's all hope him a good time 2000 years in the
future"