On Purpose

[frozendeadinme]

[The camera comes on, and he is partially in shadow. Appropriate, really, considering his thoughts.]

I find myself in an interesting position. Not pursued by police, not relegated forever to Arkham. It gives me time to think, to ponder my choices. This is not necessarily good.

[A slight pause]I find myself lacking a purpose. My...traditional one

Comments

[battothefuture]

Why don't you try developing a cure?

[frozendeadinme]

A cure for what?

[Because, clearly, you can't mean for him. The thought wouldn't occur to him]

[battothefuture]

[But that is exactly what he means, Freeze]

Yourself.

You... don't want to stay that way, do you?

[frozendeadinme]

[His frown becomes an angry stare]

Of course I do not! If my condition were reversible, I would have done something about it already. It has infected me right down to my genetic code. There exists no technology that could restore me.

[battothefuture]

It was temporarily reversed by my time. That's not much, but it's something. A beginning.

Who's to say that technology isn't available here, or couldn't be created? We've got people who used to be robots, people from the future- Have you explored every option available to you here?

[frozendeadinme]

Ah. Temporarily. So I was given a taste of freedom only to be returned to the living hell.

[He shakes his head]

No thank you. And why would anybody help me here? I cannot afford any extensive price, and I doubt, gravely, if anybody would care even then. No, future detective, I know this is how I will be until the end of my days.

[battothefuture]

Even if it was temporary, don't you think it would be worth it? To feel the wind again? And there's nothing to say that someone couldn't develop a permanent cure.

You have access to advanced cryogenic research and techniques, and you are unique. I'd think that information might be able to help you make a trade to find a cure.