The Box, and the Shiny Red Ball

After drifting off into every realm imaginable, a curiosity soon came to mind about another world - a world where spirits played. As the shiny red ball bounced around in my box minded head, I wondered - can the spirit be released through the use of cryogenic storage, and, if so, would the spirit respect its obligation towards the body when it thawed? ...And then comes the spiritual world’s inclusion to the argument, "What kind of knowledge would it allow to be shared?" The story begins in a land many times long ago, during a period when the planet’s ability to sustain life was failing to keep up with the radical changes of its seemingly final days. Many years before this, a man had won one granting from G.O.D. - to be the last man left alive. Set aside (but not lost) a single cell now rested frozen in a womb - buried beneath the barrens of an ice laden land. Once it had become ´created´ the being had the same rights offered to all mankind – to give birth to a spirit, and so forth, forced a new beginning, and eventually lead to the creation of the mind’s that we now know. Utilizing a primitive frame, the art of cryogenics becomes normal practice for a man that refused to ever die, as if to prevent mankind from having the same end.