Futurama
"Welcome to the world of tomorrow!" the white lab coated doctor announced proudly.
Xander blinked and scraped the ice from his eyelashes with his thumbnail. "Well, since you were smart enough to defrost me I guess we didn't end up an idiocracy."
"According to your chart you were frozen in the mid nineties. I'm surprised you knew about the days of the idiocracy, it was nearly two centuries after your time," Dr. Jensen said, still reading Xander's chart. "Fortunately we were able to counteract that problem by removing all the warning labels for a couple of decades."
"That'd do it," Xander agreed. "So what do you do now to keep the average intelligence level up?"
"A group of aliens come by every now and again and kidnap our smartest people to force them to mate," Jensen replied. "The military was going to interfere but everyone involved seems to like it. They call it the Mensa mixer."
"The world has gotten stranger," Xander said surprised.
Typing by: Stephenopolos
AN: Started it... but didn't get very far.