Protocol
A man and a woman entered the room. It was room full of computers of last generation, and a lot of people working in different tasks, like checking computer and taking notes. But what really caught attention weren't the workers nor the computers, but the human figure in the middle of the room that was frozen in a gigantic block of ice. It was a boy, around seventeen with jet black hair. He was tall and was wearing old style clothes: an orange shirt that looked like there had been something written on it, but had been lost a long time ago and common jeans. The boy had been found with other six bodies in what used to be Alaska two years ago, but differently from the others he was alive. The government and scientists wanted to melt the ice, but they didn't know what could happen to the boy's body after all that time frozen.
The women turned to the men by her side. He was around forty-five, had brown hair, and looked confident, even sitting on a wheelchair. "So, what do you think Mr. President?" the women asked. The president focused on the piece of ice "I believe that you can't keep up with this any longer. It has been too expensive, and I have taken my decision. You'll melt the ice" "But sir…" the women started to say, but was cut off by the president "I've made my decision general. Start the process right now!" "As you wish sir" The general start to yell orders. The president sat on his wheelchair while watched the ice melt.