The God Log: Cryonics

by Steve Hutchison

What if cryonics was not immortality —

but the coldest gamble ever disguised as science?

This is not salvation.

This is not resurrection.

This is structure written in nitrogen and fracture.

Every company that promised return was selling delay.

Every contract that spoke of forever was measured in funds.

Every scientist who claimed preservation rehearsed denial,

and every family that signed believed suspension was escape.

In this volume, I strip away the steel and frost —

and reveal cryonics as purgatory, not promise.

What if flesh was not vessel,

but invitation the soul can refuse?

What if revival was not return,

but the reanimation of echo mistaken for presence?

There are no angels here.

No rituals, no graves, no closure.

Only the choice to freeze in silence for a future that may not call,

or to release and let the spark ascend.

If you’ve ever wondered what it means to hold on past death,

if you’ve felt the weight of hope against the certainty of ending —

this is where you see cryonics without illusion,

and recognize the gamble between echo and eternity.