On 11 Oct 2004 05:30:50 -0700, faxhor@hotmail.com (Faxhor) wrote:

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>Sorry Mr. Gonnet:
>
>I was thinking of Keith Henson when I mentioned the cryogenics.

You should at least use the right word, cryonics.

>Both Henson and Gonnet have a similar ghastly appearance
>about them.

You don't know the half of it. I have explored the deep past of my thetan and found the reason I am restimulated by being involved in cryonics.

You see, 75 million years ago I was one of Xemu's henchmen.

I definitely remember when your thetan, Faxhor, was called to have his income taxes examined. You were sitting in an odd high backed chair across a desk from this "tax agent." He had just opened a thick file about you when I walked up behind you and stuck a large needle (about 18 gage by current standards) through a hole in the chair and into your neck. I injected about half a liter of 50/50 alcohol and glycol.

You were, of course, instantly paralyzed from the neck down, but I remember your eyes rolling about as the "tax agent" and I loaded you on a gurney like thing. (No wheels, it floated.)

We took you to this portable freezer truck we had parked out back of the tax office. Of course your thetan (spirit) was unable to leave a body that had a possibility of being thawed out and revived so we had you trapped!

Your frozen body was loaded along with countless millions on one of the DC8-like space planes that took you to Teegeeack were you and the others were piled a mile deep around six volcanos.

Due to all the psych drugs Xemu put in the water supply, nobody noticed the population shrinking down to nothing.

When there were only a few thousand "injectors" left, we had to inject each other. (Man was that stupid, but again the psych drugs.) However, being the last, we got places of honor on the top of that mile deep pile of frozen space aliens with their trapped thetan's before the whole mass was nuked.

Pleasant dreams.

Keith Henson