Deathamphetamine - The Immortalist

The endless dream of all mankind: to escape the grip of death.
Emboldened in this modern age I embarked upon this quest.
The cryogenic process, a testament of faith, to scientific progress, if only we could wait.
Deferring to a future time the problems of today, in a vessel of my own design; free from decay. Three bodies to a single cell poorly maintained but I meant well. With the proper funding they might yet escape this icy hell.
The weight of hopes from their families laid in my hands would prove too much for my sanity to withstand. The ends would justify the means, a fucking ponzi scheme, to satiate the bereaved’s desperate dreams.
I seem to remember giving them the news, which is something that they swear I didn’t do. When the first capsules failed I tried to tell them you can’t just turn it back on after the week that I’ve been gone. They’re gone.
The modules have all failed, they’re hot to the touch, skeletons bathed in flesh fermented into blackened sludge.
Maybe I just called them on the phone instead of meeting them to say “your daughter has rotted away.