Doug slapped his meaty palms together, smiling. “Good. Then I’ll get cracking on this thing, without the worry of how fast you’re degenerating.â€� He slapped Jonathan on the shoulder, winking at him. “I don’t think you’ll regret this, my boy.â€�

  Jonathan looked at the single cryo unit standing upright in the corner of Doug Tanner’s lab—a mock-up, but similar in design to what he would sleep in. “I hope you’re right.â€�

 

 

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