Inktober #4: Freeze

"Log 1:
Alright. So it begins. Eddy...the subject, has successfully entered cryogenic stasis. Brain activity is at expected levels. All other biomechanic processes are at standstill. Theoretically he could remain this way forever, but it is my hope that the research into his condition will be completed in the next 10 years. Maybe sooner if I can focus. Speaking of, it's time to get to work."

"Log 2:
This week I intend to look at the genetic factors that might have contributed to his condition. Extensive enough work has been done in this field outside of my own research that it shouldn't take long."

"Log 3:
*muffled eating sound* Hard to find time, mmf, to get dinner. Have to get this done. Besides the known variables there is little in the DNA work that could point to...*burp* Oh Jesus, let's try that again."

"Log 3:
Besides the known variables there is little in the DNA work that could point to a reason for Eddy's condition. There's the easy to spot stuff like the possible inclination to diabetes but he was always aware enough of that. The health nut. Umm...I'll continue to dig."

"Log 7:
The drone of the machine is getting to me. Weeks now with nothing but that hum and the screen in front of me. I know this is a long process, but...It's fine. It's fine. Sure sometimes I feel like I'm being watched and there's nothing to do about it since I'm the only one working but hey...It's fine. Brain activity nominal. Data's compiling. Still optimistic."

"Log 27:
I think I missed something in the genetics. It's like if I look at it too close it disappears. Buuhhhhh....I need a breeeaak.
*Footsteps heard walking away, a fridge opening*
*Silence for 3 minutes*
*A sigh, rummaging, fridge door closes*
*Cupboards open and close*
*Metallic sound, can opener on can*
*Drawer opened, silverware sound*
*Footsteps closer*
Okay, so let's say Eddy was just a normal random human who had ancient viral junk DNA like any of us, but maybe some of it wasn't ancient? Or junk?
*clink, slurp*
I dunno, maybe something there."

"Log 200...Happy bicentennial recording to meeee. Wait, no, that's 200 years. Umm...crap. Uh...well. Happy 200. Brain activity nominal.
*7 minutes 23 seconds of silence*
Sometimes it just feels like he's here, you know?
*1 minute 27 seconds of silence*
*Footsteps away*
*47 seconds silence*
*Slight sound...glass squeak? Fingers on glass?*
Oh Eddy. Sure, you're around forever, but what about us?
*2 minutes silence*
*Footsteps return*"

"Log 278! I!....It's...That couldn't be it? *laughing* I did it baby! Oh please tell me I've done it. Tell me I've done it.
*typing*
*indecipherable noises*
Okay good. Now-
*Silence for 23 seconds*
I've got to let this sit. It's got to be good."

"Log 279:
It wasn't good."

"Log 1,094:
Brain activity nominal. What else would it be? It'll be nominal to the end of time. What else can I do?
*Footsteps away*
*Slight glass squeak*
What else can I do? How do I save you? Or are you already saved? Here in this shell. Perfect til the end of time. You should see it out there, it's...well, maybe you should stay in there. Maybe.
*Slight squeak*
*Footsteps closer*"

"Log 3,087:
Brain activity nominal. Heart rate as good as it's going to get.
*Silence 2 minutes 40 seconds*
*breathing*
Eddy, I...I can't fix it. So, I'm pushing it on to someone else. We can see each other right when we awake Eddy. I'll be right there. They'll know what to do. And I'll be with you and we'll go look out at that night sky like we always used to, and who knows? Maybe the stars will even be the same.
I love you Eddy. I'll see you soon.
*Click*
*Clamps setting*
*Liquid filling*
*Second drone of machinery*
*Silence*