Ralph Johnson suffered from a terminal illness:

“My client wishes for cryopreservation while he’s still alive, to be awakened in the future when a cure’s available,” said Ralph’s lawyer to the company.

“This is unheard of! We only freeze the deceased.”

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Ralph’s lawyer displayed a large sum of money.

After an unknown passage of time:

Ralph awoke lying on a bed in a bright white clinical room.

“Where am I? ... When am I?”

“Mr. Johnson, what year did you enter cryosleep?” asked a voice.

“2034. Why?

”You see!”—interjected another voice. “A primitive! Violent and disease-prone, terminate it now!”