You keep thinking about it.

    Then you hear a voice.

    <<Uh.  Brad?>>

    [Yeah?]

    <<Bad.  News.>>

    [No Katie?]

    <<Worse.>>

    [What is worse than that?]

    <<We're.  Gonna.  Have.  To.  Shut.  You.  Down.>>

    [What?  Why?]

    <<Government.  Cutbacks...  They.  Want.  To.  Spend.  More.  Money.  On.  Stuff.  Like.  Gyonetic.  Frothelators...  Waste.  Of.  Time.  If.  You.  Ask.  Me.>>

    [Um...]

    <<I.  Want.  To.  Express.  My.  Pleasure.  Working.  With.  You.  For.  This.  Short.  Time...  Perhaps.  If.  The.  Boraiidians.  Win.  The.  Next.  Election...>>

    [Uh... right.]

    <<Keep.  Your.  Head.  Up.  Brad...>>

    [Thanks, Doc.]

    <<Goodbye.>>

    [Yeah, uh... By--]

    The Mu'uron Party wins the next election, tragically shutting down the whole cryogenic revival project.
 

The End
 

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