After I Died, I Became My Mother's Experimental Subject

The day after my mother forcibly brought me to the Arctic, I fell into a crevasse.

My phone signal was weak, but I could still call my mother to say goodbye.

[You'd better really be dying. A stupid pig like you would only lower the average human IQ if you stayed alive.]

She hung up impatiently, giving me no chance to say a word.

A minute later, I became an ice sculpture, buried beneath the snow and ice.

It wasn't until I appeared in a laboratory as an experimental specimen.

That was when my mother, a scientist who had always been composed and calm, finally went mad.