2061
2061 I wake up and I am cold. Seems someone has turned down the heat in the middle of Winter. How could they do that to me. I am naked! Where are my clothes. At the most I wear something, even just underwear. No wonder I am cold. As realization hits me, I am not even in my apartment anymore. Now this is very strange. I look around at my surroundings. Some sort of Hospital perhaps. Is the Covid pandemic over? Is it safe to come out. Nobody is around anywhere. I noticed a shirt and some pants on a chair over there. There is a note on the table. I pick it up and read it. “Dear Bud, we froze your body in December of 2021. We hope you made it through, and if you are reading this, you are somewhere in the future. Also, if you are reading this, we are dead, from the Variants of Covid that kept mutating and getting stronger and stronger and could not be contained. We hope others survived just as you did.” The note is dated December 21, 2061. That means I am almost