Magazine section
4 essays examining this part of cryonics history, practice, evidence, or possible futures.
I am not sure I ever stopped waiting for a magic turn, only that the turns kept arriving late. The numbers in the donor sheets never matched the numbers in the headlines. People promised revival would be quick…
I keep an old notebook on the desk, the kind with a faded striped cover and a smell that belongs to the Midwest in late summer. It sits at the edge of the chair I use to line up my day. I write a line or two…
I keep a notebook full of claims from back when the field was all promise and no data. The 1970s had that brisk daring tone, like someone shouting directions while the map keeps changing color. I am seventy…
I long ago learned to distrust hero worship in strange outfits. The bold claims, the clean lines of a poster, the easy certainty that the future will arrive exactly as promised. So I kept my hands in my pockets…