Prologue

"Don't worry Kiel, we will find a way to fix this." My father told me.

"I know dad, i trust you to do everything you can." I assured him "But don't guarantee anything. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?"

"Glad you remember that lesson." My father smiled at me "We will have you out of there in no time." I stepped into the large, cylindrical tube of glass. My father moved back as some technicians attached some electrodes and instruments to my arms, legs and torso.

"Dad?" My father turned to me "No matter what, promise me you won't keep me in here for more than 3 months. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in here."

"Son I don't know if that will be enough time." My father almost pleaded.

"I don't care." I told him "Promise me." He hesitated but nodded.

"We will find a cure Ezekiel, eventually." He told me, using my full name this time. I looked down at my left arm one last time as the technicians moved out of the stasis tank.

"See you in 3 months." I said, he replied with a nod. The tank began filling with translucent green fluid, surrounding me. My vision began to fade as the sedative in the fluid began to kick in. The fluid would provide my body with the nutrients I needed, I'd absorb them through my skin. Soon my vision was gone.