Of a Dying Breed

Year 2216, Operation: Frozen Prophet Briefing

"As you all know," General Johnson, a stocky white man with graying hair, began, "the world is facing revolutionists that believe the entire human race must be wiped out to save the planet."

We were in a large room filled with about 1000 people. The walls were low and grey, the General was standing on a small stage speaking into a microphone. The room was dimly lit by some overhanging lights that belonged in a schoolroom.

"Although their objective is clear, they have no definitive name," Johnson continued, "but I'm sure all of you know all about how they're destroying major cities and wiping out governments, so let me sum up our situation in a few words." Johnson  looked at the crowd intently. "The world's fucked."

"We know that already!" A voice from the crowd yelled, "so why the hell are we here!?"

"Good question," Johnson smiled, "you're here to be frozen and sent to the future."

"Wha-"

"Please, allow me to elaborate. You see, we've discovered the secret to almost indefinitely freeze any human being. Our plan is to freeze all of you and wake you up when our planet is easily habitable by humans. We'll be doing this with advanced technologies that, frankly, shouldn't much matter to you.

"When the coast is clear, you will all be released to rebuild human society, but better. You see, all of you have lost a loved one to the poor environment, or the terrorists, our hope is that you will teach these things to your children, so that nothing like this can ever happen again. Any questions?"

About 600 hands flew up.

"Well they'll all be answered by the instructional videos you'll be watching. Any one who does not wish to be frozen will be allowed to leave. For now, however, you will all prepare for the future."