Chapter 91

The airconditioner’s compressor hissed and gurgled in the silence. Only laboratories used air conditioning in cold places, or hospitals. The furnace, a fake one, entombed in the wall completed the room with its 2-D fire flames. Blood in glass tubes survived this way, blood alone. Wolves were made to withstand harsh lower temperatures than most would believe. There was a history lesson there somewhere, the origins of all their species Ancients had predicted long before it happened.

At least, that’s the watered down version of story all of them were told. But not him, no. His father, and his father’s father before him had sacrificed about everything to realize this truth. Truth like a noun, not a verb. Because this truth didn’t change or alter to the fickleness of time. It only changed people who came to know it. He was one fine example of it. He closed his eyes, shut the cyro tank and went to sleep at ten degree celsius. His eyes saw double the way he focused hard on the blue rhythmic