the set warmed upâa tiny six-inch Sony on which he still owed many payments; it sat on Claudeâs old desk, which had had to be disassembled and re-erected to get it in the roomâReinhart swung back in the swivel chair and perused the schedule. Alas, he had seen the two movies: Joan Crawford, playing a female impersonator married to a softy named Craig, and one of those Hercules films starring a cast of weightlifters who reminded him unpleasantly of his own fiberless lard.
The screen developed a picture of several gnomes sitting on doll furniture. They were less grotesque but more grainy when he leaned over the desk and put his eyes against the glass. One man, seated behind a desk, was conversing with people arranged along a sofa, a young woman bare from the waist down though with her legs crossed so nothing could be seen but haunches, a recognizable actor who played villains, and nearest to the host, an individual in heavy-rimmed glasses and sideburns with a touch of gray: Reinhartâs host at lunch, Bob Sweet.
The host said: âBob, may I call you Bob? We want to hear more of this incredible process of yours after Jodyâs song.â
Jody rose from the couch and turned out to be wearing a short skirt which now fell just past her groin. She gave a serviceable rendition of a Broadway show tune, which Reinhart listened to intermittently, dying to get on to Sweet.
At last, after three endless commercials, the host resumed.
âNow, Bob, what is this about freezing dead men? Are you putting me on?â
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âNo, Mr. Alp,â said Bob Sweet, âthis is no joke. Cryonics is a serious science.â
âNow have I got it right?â asked Alp, joining his brushy eyebrows. âI didnât have time for more than a glance backstage at the notes taken by a member of my staff, and he was probably drunk as usual.â Alp smirked, and the audience guffawed as a single entity.
âSimply,â Sweet said, âit is this: if a body is frozen within a certain time after what is known as clinical deathâthe cessation of heartbeats and brainwavesâbut before any cellular degeneration sets in, it can be maintained in that state of suspended animation interminably.â
The camera pulled back to show the returned Jodyâs naked thighs. Alp pointed at them and wisecracked: âEven a body like that?â
Sweet said soberly: âAny body.â
Alpâs face grew disingenuously bland. âWell, thatâs your theory anyhoo. Why? Explain it to the folks.â
âExcuse me?â
âTo freeze,â said Alp, between puffs of a cigarette, âa human body. The purpose of it. I gather itâs not for weirdo kicks but a contribution of a serious nature.â
âYes, indeed. It begins with the proposition that medicine has made more advances in the past fifty years than in all the preceding centuries. Think of how man in the Dark Ages was helpless against the plague, which decimated whole populations. All of us can remember that only a few years ago polio was a dreaded scourge. Perhaps a cure for cancer is just around the corner, yet people are still dying every day from it. Suppose such a victim, instead of being declared lifeless and lowered into the groundâfrom which there is no returnâis quick-frozen and stored in a facility until the day when science has arrived at a cancer cure. At which time he is thawed out, his tissues still in serviceable condition except for those ravaged by the disease. He is brought to life and treated with the new therapyââ
Under his nimbus of smoke, Alp said: âHold on. How easy you say that. âBrought to life.â Well, thatâs the rub. What makes you think that basic trick can be pulled off? And without it, like they say, you ainât got nothinâ for nobody nohow.â He mugged at the camera.
Sweet smiled calmly. âFish can be frozen solidly into a block of lake ice,