Hard Reboot

What happens when a software moguls wakes up thousands of years into the future?  Read the story!

Hard Reboot

The bitter chill of cryogenic sleep faded as I began to wake.  It felt like bits of ice were still clinging to my skin.  The surgical table was hard, though comforting.  I suspect anything short of solid stone would have felt gentle and warm after years incased in a refrigerator.  Of course, I had no idea how long I had been under, a couple of months or even a millennia.  Would the people of this time even speak English anymore?  What would they look like?  I tried to imagine my fate, the possibilities were staggering.  Was I was alone in a brave new world, a modern age Rip Van Winkle, or just another casualty of the twenty first century, with bodies lined up on beds stretching to the horizon, millions of survivors from the last Dark Age.



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