The last thing he remembered, he was dying in a hospital bed. But he woke up floating in a tube of strange green liquid suspended from the ceiling of a cavernous room.
“Oh, you’re awake!” A voice said. He could just make out a masked figure below him. “You’re in a laboratory at Enceladus Station University. The year is 2247, by the way.”
“Was I frozen?” He asked. “Did you find a cure?”
“Er, not exactly. You’re a demonstration for first-year medical students.”
“Oh.”
“But if it makes you feel better, medically speaking, you’re already dead.”
It didn’t, in fact.

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