“Jesus Christ, it looks like a space ship.”
“And it is, for all intensive purposes, Detective Lovejoy; it’s the place where dreams are made, a place that hope and forgiveness is realized.”
“Compelling speech, Doctor Stein.”
“You didn’t believe a word, I said, did you?”
“No, not really.” He stood before one of the cryonic crypts: massive, polished to a mirrored finish. “I find the whole idea of frozen corpses, fascinatingly macabre.”
“Really, and as a homicide investigator you don’t find crime scenes any more macabre?”
“Sure, I find homicide very, satisfyingly macabre, oddly doctor.”
“So what makes this place any different?”
“I don’t know, doctor, perhaps its the idea of bringing somebody back from the dead, back from the heaven or hell, back from oblivion, take you pick?”
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