they told me i was one of the lucky ones. as i see it, i don’t think that i was. of everyone frozen back in those days only 15% were recovered to a fully functional state, which was a pretty loose term. as for the rest, again the lucky ones died during the freeze. the rest were braindead from decades of cold dreams.

so, they tell me i’m the lucky one. all that i have from them is enough credit to get a transport and an id card. the cerdits slide into the trasport and i begin to weave in and out of traffic, the computer controled flow coreoghraphed by a distant computer always keeping above it’s i centimeter proximity tolernace level. i pass through an intersection without even slowing as a car coming from the right and i cringe. my yesterday didn’t alow for such things. the id has already been tossed in the disposal, i know that it meant to comfort the old ones from a bygone era as i finger the insicion healing on the back of my arm.