100 year trip

He awoke not to the expected gleaming white light overhead, surrounded by doctors, but to a darkness lit only by a small crack above his head. After several moments of feeling around he discovered a handhold, and eventually find a direction in which to slide himself, and the drawer he was in out. Now he was able to see light, still much dimmer then expected, along with the horrific small of decay and mold. Sitting up he saw a familiar sight, only drastically changed. He was in a large tall room, each inch of the wall dedicated to the front of a drawer, each containing a man (Or they used to, hopefully they are currently empty).  The metal they were made of was heavily tarnished, however, and the bottom few were destroyed by the large pool of black water that filled the bottom of the room. The lights above, normally bright white, shown a dark orange due to build up on the bulbs. The vaste majority of the drawers were closed, some where open, and the open ones were devoid of people...

On panning of the room he had come face first with the decayed corpse hung by its neck on a open drawer to his left. Started, he managed to fall from into his perch high on the wall into the blackness below, which turned out to be much deeper then he expected. Struggling for breath, he managed to somehow work his way up to the surface, grasping for the putrid air above. He managed to grab a drawer to save himself from the water, only to have it slide out, exposing a human corpse. Pushing the body into the water, where it immidiently sank, dissapearing, he sat on the drawer, crying.

"A toast to the adventures of us! To see the future before it finds us!" The man raised his glass high to an applauding group. "This is our last party in the 21st century, make it last! Up next, parties in the 22nd, the 23nd, and onwards and upwards!" to this the group chugged their drinks. Others continued to give their own speeches to this joyous environment, and the night melted away into a party only those who never have parties party.

Prof Lott loves technology, he loved it to the point where to imagine that he would die soon, and miss out on all the advancements, was a fate worse then death. So he choose death; suspended animation that was. The technology had recently come out, and he was going to be one of the first to jump aboard the famous "100 year trip" in which you spend 100 years death, with two months alive. Lets you learn all about the world, experience it fully, then continue on to when theres more technology. This was his last day alive, then in a hundred years he'll awake to learn all about the new world, then die again. This'll repeat until the death of him or the world. He was worried about how it would work out, even if it would work, but he put it up to the hands of fate.

He and his party awoke to the shiny new world of 22nd century to party and visit tech museums, talk with the heads of fields, and learn the worlds. It was the best month of his life. So was the next. and the next. the next was by far the best. During his 100 year death the world had changed, they had found life on a different planet. Sadly the "Aliens" were set to arrive to earth a month after he slept,  which was unchangeable due to the strict schedule's held. Another hundreds years of death, only to wake up to more.

As he sat crying in the drawer he thought about how he had come here, and why had he done this. He had exchanged life for discovery, which is typically a good choice, but something had happened. He did not know what, but he knew that he was never going to leave. The door was well below the waterline, in which he would never go into again, and there were no other ways out. Eventually he climbed up to his drawer he started in, and took the place of the person hanging there, the body of the previous occupied of the noose tumbling into the waters blow, while his pulse slowly stopped.

Far away a vaguely human shape sat in a chair, staring at a video monitor. He watched the slowly swinging body come to a rest, he knew why they were forced to never let them out, but every time this would happen he would still be saddened. He knew there was no place in the universe for them anymore, the aliens had helped them to advance; quickly and exponentially, into beings that weren't even separate anymore. The rest of the human race assured him this is is way it has to be, with all the other races in the universe chipping in with agreeance. He, nor anyone else, could not imagine how it would be to live without the "Hivebrain" but these beings did. They had searched for advancement, but their precious advancement had surpassed them and ran over them like roadkill, and to even come in contact with their germs would result in death of whoever touched them. They had passed their time.

(This was fun to write but the end was a pain to explain in a paragraph. the last paragraph warrants its own book. Also, it deals with love by his love of advancement leading to his downfall.)