Blatant Self-Insert Mary Sue Fanfic (Mass Effect 1)
I wrote this at home over the last Christmas holidays, having some idea of a 21st Century person being cryogenically frozen and waking up after the First Contact War with the Turians. I’d still like to do something with this. (Before you start, yes, I know Africa doesn’t have a hundred countries… at the moment.)
When I found out I’d inherited Mum’s ovarian cancer, I pounced on the chance to preserve myself. The Californian Institute of Cryogenics had a very expensive program, but it also had an experimental program. You had to pull together your own travel expenses to get there, but once you did, participation in the program was free, assuming you didn’t mind that the results were by no means guaranteed.
Mum was not impressed. “But that’s… that’s like suicide,” she pointed out, becoming visibly emotional. “You don’t need to do this – I survived my surgery, and look at me now.”
“But I’m not you,” I said, struggling to keep it together. “I don’t have kids or grandkids to look out for. Besides, what if it’s not operable? The absolute worst that can happen is that I go to sleep and don’t wake up. At least this way I get to say goodbye to you while I’m not too sick.”
There were arguments and recriminations, but eventually I persuaded my parents and sister to respect my wishes. We had a “wake” for me with my immediate family and friends, speeches were made, and we all had a bit of a cry. A couple of days later, I was off to Bakersfield and to being frozen like a clumsy pizza boy.