FROZEN: Tricked

I looked around for a bus terminal or maybe a taxi, when I suddenly noticed a crumpled up newspaper sitting in a trash can. I picked it up and straightened it out. Imagine my surprise when I saw the *date*. AUGUST 15, 2010 "Two-thousand *ten*," I said, with wide eyes. It hadn't been ten years. It had barely been a few *months*. Suddenly, to my horror, I understood what had happened. There was no cryo chamber. There wasn't even a cryo *project*. I didn't volunteer to be frozen. I volunteered to have my brain transplanted! I twisted the newspaper in my hands. *Those bastards!* I yelled in my head. *They tricked me!* Oh sure, I'd be willing to get frozen for two-hundred years. But who would volunteer to have their *brain* removed? "Miss, are you okay?" asked the man I talked to a moment ago. "You look upset." *Upset? Upset?!* I thought. That was an understatement. I was fucking *furious*. Suddenly, I wanted to find Dr. Wellington and those two doctors and make them pay for what they did to me. But I didn't have a clue as to where they were.