In the distant depths of time, Carlo Norman once heard the joyful tones of the bard: If you want to see justice, come to the Eternal Holy Land! Where flowers bloom, ideals grow wildly, the mud on your boots is washed away, and you listen to the songs of judgment, you will not want to forget it.
Carlo thought that if he had not been born in liquid and had not witnessed the decline of life, he would definitely think that the cryochamber is the best invention of new mankind.
He stood in the TC refrigerator room and touched the cold transparent window. The young body of the new human being huddled in a pool of hidden blue lake. Life was still. Only the broken and patchwork genetic peptide chains were left floating in the frozen liquid, quietly waiting for death.
Intention: The meaning of continuation