Doing great.
Keep breathing.
We have the head, keep breathing.
I've got it now. Here we go...
Imagine you were born
totally aware and conscious
of everything around you.
Conscious you were coming out of someone else's body.
Joined to it by a bloody cord
that you are completely covered in blood.
We have a healthy baby boy!
Conscious of the dry air
entering your lungs for the first time.
The sharp sounds in your ears.
- Scissors? - The blinding light in your eyes.
- Ten fingers, ten toes! - Conscious that your bones
are unbearably soft and your life is so fragile
it could disappear at any moment.
That's what being resurrected is like.
- Congratulations! - Thank you!
I can imagine nurse Elizabeth Mansfra
I can feel her excitement
the day she met Dr. Victor West.
Regenerative medicine's new genius
Look at the light, please.
Good morning, Miss Mansfra.
Welcome to Prodigy.
Where humanity's greatest dream is coming true.
Are you aware that our team of
top international scientists
has developed the world's most
advanced regeneration program?
We're the only ones capable of
regenerating up to 65 percent of the human organism.
Prodigy Health Corporation...
The only company in the world
that can bring you immortality.
Because immortality is only a question of time.
Elizabeth, I remind you that
you are still bound by the confidentiality agreement?
Nothing mentioned here today can leave the premises.
Understood.
Victor.
This is Elizabeth Mansfra, the nurse.
Elizabeth, Dr. West.
Nice to meet you. It's an honor, Dr. West.
I've read all your books.
Try augmenting the levels of catecholamines gradually.
Alright.
Excuse me.
Oh, Elizabeth. Welcome.
Thank you.
Ready for a visit?
I'll call Dr. Howard.
Elizabeth and Victor.
My new parents.
This is where we work.
The entire wing of the building is dedicated to the project.
200,000 square feet of facilities for Lazarus alone.
And we barely even fit.
How long have you been working on it?
Four years. We're finally prepared to face reanimation.
That's a scanned map of Lazarus
with an accuracy almost to the cell.
We use it to study the primary difficulties
and to make decisions before the big surgery.
Like what proportion of the body can be reanimated
and what proportion must be substituted
by bionic parts and organs developed in our laboratory.
That is the operating room where
multiple surgeons will work under Victor's direction
and assisted by 120 technicians on the outside.
This is a model of a surgical robot
we've designed for the operation.
When's the surgery?
July 25th.
That gives you four weeks to familiarize yourself
with the clinical details and to prepare your strategy.
After surgery, Lazarus remains
in an induced coma for nearly two months.
Giving him time to assimilate his new organs and implants.
It also allows us to address possible reanimation defects.
Now, one of your functions while he's in a coma
is to help him make that transition into his new life.
And after that, you'll be much more than just his nurse.
You'll be his partner.
Of course.
Those are Lazarus' muscles
I knew it could be done,
but that doesn't make it less impressive.
Any questions, Elizabeth?
What's Lazarus' name?
Oh!
Why does time pass so slowly when we're children?
What are you doing, Marc?
Why does the future seem like a huge endless eternity?
He is so tired.
Okay, c'mon, you can do it.
That's a good boy.
Let me see you.
Whey do we never feel anything that intensely again?
Only the pain.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
Our worst-case prognosis has been confirmed.
It's too late to operate.
All that we can do right now is
try to slow its spread with treatment.
At this point, radiotherapy and co-adjuvant chemotherapy
is still the most effective option.
How long have I got?
Based on our experience with this type of tumor,
you'll be able to live, more or less comfortably for
about a year.
And after that it's... It's hard to say.
But um...
Why?
So soon.
I mean, um...
What's the reason? Why... why my throat?
There could be many reasons, um...
Bad habits.
- Smoking. - I don't smoke.
It's cancer.
If you undergo treatment, and we act quickly,
we might be able to give you some more time.
I need to think about it.
Sure.
I beat you!
I beat you.
This is beautiful.
- Where did you find it? - Easy.
They hide under rocks.
Let's cut off its tail.
No!
Don't do that.
That's just wrong.
No!
- Eww. - Ugh.
You big bunch of babies.
- Stop it! - Marc...
Don't be scared. They grow back, you know.
This one's tail will never grow back.
What do you mean?
- No! - What is wrong with you?
Time is coming back to me now.
Slower than ever.
You can't imagine all the things
that need to be done to dismantle your life.
And prepare everything for when you are gone.
Starting with the simplest.
Telling your employees, suppliers and customers
that someone else will be taking your place from now on.
That not to worry,
that everything will continue exactly like it has until now.
Giving instructions on how to finish the projects.
Selling your shares.
Leaving the business in good hands.
Deciding what to do with your most personal projects.
With your dreams.
Telling the people you love.
Deciding who not to tell.
Managing all the concern you will awaken.
Telling your mother.
Explaining to her that she's going to outlive you.
Writing your will.
Selling your properties.
Emptying the house of your personal belongings.
Looking at them for the last time.
When you get rid of everything you ever were...
What's left?
What do you want it to be?
What was yet to come?
The best was yet to come.
The best was always yet to come.
I got lost.
I didn't know where I was.
I'm here. Baby.
- I got lost and I... - Shh... I'm here.
I saw Steve today.
He wants to get back together.
What did you say?
That I'm in love with you.
That I've always been in love with you.
You should get back together with him.
I want to be with you through this.
I want to spend the rest of your life with you.
Come on, Marc, jump already.
Rebecca's looking this way.
Waiting to see that swan dive.
Way to go, dude.
Now he's gonna bellyflop.
What do you guys think about cryonization?
Like Walt Disney, right?
Walt Disney didn't have himself cryonized, but yes.
So what is it?
Basically, after you die,
your body gets put into a capsule with um,
liquid nitrogen? Am I right?
In hopes that someday, medicine might be able to
cure whatever disease you have
or just to live longer.
Wait, you're not thinking about
freezing yourself, are you?
Let me show you something.
You say you're going away I didn't know
You want me to help you?
Ah, this article is...
Seven years old now.
They extracted the heart matrix out of a dead rat
and inject its stem cells into it.
A few days later, the heart started beating.
And this is just the beginning.
I mean, since then, they've even
managed to fabricate simple human organs.
They've even transplanted some of them successfully.
There's a revolution coming.
At some point in the not-so-distant future,
they'll be able to manufacture
organs specifically created to suit each patient.
I mean, imagine, I could just
simply replace my pharynx with a new one.
That's that.
I could keep on living.
Are you serious?
I am.
But for that to happen,
first they'd have to bring you back to life, right?
That part doesn't seem so difficult to me.
They've already reanimated insects
and small animals trapped in ice for who knows how long.
And babies conceived with frozen sperm and eggs
are alive when they're born, right?
How do you know they'll keep their end of the deal?
I mean the people you signed the contract with
won't be around to take responsibility.
I guess I'll have to trust humanity.
You know...
it sounds good to me.
I mean after all, we are talking about
what they'll do with your body after we die, right?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, it might not be such a bad idea.
Let's have a toast.
To cryonization.
- And to the future. - Sure, what the hell.
- Cheers. - Thanks.
We love you, Marc.
You know, I bet the future's gonna be full of
- hot chicks. - And super horny!
An improvement on the present.
- And men would be sensitive. - Oh, come on.
Yeah, but we'll be old and wrinkled by then.
Not me.
I'm gonna fuck all your grandchildren.
- Calcium channels? - All clear.
Sodium's at 110.
We need to bring it down. Invert sodium/potassium pump.
Inversion initiated.
Temperature variation?
Two decimals.
Thanks, Elizabeth.
Exocellular potassium rising.
Okay, time remaining in spine?
Four minutes.
Arm 6, confirm closure.
Confirmed.
Arm 2, I need you out.
Copy that. Moving.
Mitochondrial RNA levels?
90 percent.
Muscular insertions?
Completed.
Activate neuromuscular connections, now.
Activating.
Arm 5 to enter pericardium.
Go ahead. Arm 3, I need you to change access with Arm 5.
Copy. Initiating movement.
- Sodium levels? - 109.
Still too high.
Introducing hypotonic solution.
- Temperature? - 73 fahrenheit.
Troponin under 001, good job.
What are you looking at?
What do you think?
Look man, the truth is, I still don't trust it.
All the websites I've seen
look like they belong to a cult or something.
There's no guarantee.
Did you know that in 1979,
they found the bodies of nine people that have been cryonized?
In a cemetery, here in California...
Thawed, 'cause the company was cutting costs.
You guys are all over me tonight.
Yeah. And people who cryonize themselves
trust that the 40 or 50 grand they set aside will be enough
to pay for reviving them and all the rest.
You see my dad's pension's almost gone since the last crisis.
I know. And I agree. There were problems at first.
But cryonization's gone mainstream since then.
I mean, now it depends on how well prepared you are.
For example, the money question,
I'm gonna set aside a lot more.
I'm gonna set all of my money aside.
Why do you think that anybody from the future
would want to bring you back to life?
Or anybody else for that matter?
The world is gonna be totally overpopulated.
You'll be like a man from the 19th century.
I mean, what's the point of that?
Unless they wanna use you as guinea pigs for science.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up.
No.
No, it's okay.
I wanted to talk to you two about it.
Okay.
Then I have question.
Shoot.
So...
Everywhere I look, they say the body needs
to be cryonized as soon as possible
after you're declared legally dead.
So your cells don't deteriorate.
But no matter what they did,
it would take several hours.
Even a day or more to complete the process.
The damage will be huge.
Not to mention the harm caused
by the disease and the treatment before you die.
Yeah.
I'm not doing any more chemo.
I already saw my father
spend years of his life
fighting his disease.
Dying little by little.
I won't go through that.
And as far as the time
between death and cryonization...
Well, I have a plan to make sure
that they get to me quickly
and start pumping blood right away.
How... How will you do that?
I mean you would have to know
the exact circumstances of your death.
Yeah.
Um, I'm gonna make sure
they're waiting close by
and that I'm in good physical shape when the time comes.
I gotta die before the disease gets a hold of me.
And I need your help.
I need somebody close by.
When I do it.
Hi Marc!
- Hi, Marc. - How do you feel, Marc?
Great to see you.
Welcome back to life, Marc.
Heartrate, 190.
Blood pressure rising.
It's okay, Marc, we're here.
I'm here.
Can you see yourself?
Don't worry, you'll look a lot better when your hair grows back.
Try to tell us how you feel.
Can your feel your whole body?
It hurts.
What hurts?
Everything.
That's a good sign, Marc.
I'm Dr. West.
The pain will go away little by little.
You have to go easy on the painkillers.
Now, tell me if you feel this.
I don't know where it is.
You don't know where I'm touching you?
My arm. I don't know where it is.
Is it the same with your legs?
Don't worry about that right now.
We'll try to fix it.
Tell me, Marc, can you remember? Do you remember your life?
Yeah.
What about after that?
The years up until now?
Do you remember anything about the other side?
Nothing?
Fear.
Dying.
Waking up.
Okay, Marc, you don't say anymore.
We know this is incredibly hard for you.
Ladies and gentlemen of the future,
it's time to introduce myself.
I'll use the same words as Dr. West.
My name is Marc Jarvis,
And I am the first man ever to be resurrected.
To summarize, this is what I am.
20 percent remains of vital organs and tissue
recovered from my old body.
Mainly the brain
and the rest of the central nervous system.
65 percent cloned bones
muscle, skin, nerve endings, and other organ remains.
10 percent bionic implants
to reinforce the muscular, skeletal system and sensory organs.
And 5 percent internal technology
designed to regulate and monitor
the correct functioning of the organism.
On top of that, add a system of external connection.
A detachable umbilical cord.
A nearly constant means of connecting me to my
new mechanical mother.
Dr. West and his team have had to face
innumerable problems since my reanimation.
and their respective solutions have been
insufferable.
More surgery.
Organ removal.
Induced coma.
External control of vital signs.
The administering of drugs to prevent adverse reaction.
More drugs to ease the effects of those drugs.
And so on, and so on, and so on.
All this resulting in a terribly fragile organism.
Permanently on the edge of collapse.
The Laboratory Man.
Frankenstein's monster.
- Very good, Marc. - Well done!
It's amazing.
But there is another way to look at it.
I was going to die.
I was going to disappear.
Forever.
And I'm alive again.
I'm alive.
- You're doing great, Marc. - Good.
- No rush, small steps. - You're doing great
You're going to sleep well now, Marc. Get some rest.
You can rest now.
Goodnight, Marc.
Okay, now let's try one finger at a time.
Hmm.
- It's difficult. - Little by little.
What's it like?
The world out there?
What would you like to know?
I don't know.
Are there spaceships? People living on Mars?
You know, things haven't changed so much.
If you went outside, you'd see a lot of buildings
from your time still standing.
And although we barely use oil now,
Cars still have wheels and airplanes still have wings.
Let's try it with the other hand.
- Good morning, everybody. - Good morning.
How are you feeling, Marc?
Good. Thank you.
Actually, Marc, there is something you've never seen before.
Technology's biggest revolution since computers.
We call it MW or Mind Writer.
If you connect it to your head,
it can extract images and sounds.
With concentration and practice, you can record your thoughts.
Nowadays, MW is used for everything.
This is where the information is recorded.
Then later, it is used to substantiate
anything that has occurred,
or to present reports and projects.
Or to simply share experiences and connect with people.
Or see what they're doing behind your back.
It's also used to create art.
You were an artist, weren't you?
Yes.
Apart from anything else,
it would help us to get to know you better.
And not only us,
very soon, many people will want to know first-hand, how you feel.
We want you to have something ready
when we present you to society
to the media and to our investors.
The media?
A lot of people have paid good money for your resurrection.
It's important that the world meets you, Marc.
Of course.
Would you like to give it a try?
I'll put it on you for a few seconds.
Are you okay?
I admit, the first time can be a little intense.
You have to concentrate on the images and sounds
to make them come into focus.
Like in the movies you used to watch.
I'm gonna leave you. Try not to overstimulate our patient.
He's had enough excitement for one day, okay?
I'm going back to my office.
In my spaceship.
Wanna try it again?
Put it on yourself.
What are you do--
Marc! Marc! Marc! Marc!
Yeah, suck on that!
Am I all the things I'm seeing and feeling?
If I manage to record my memories
Will they still belong to me?
That's the first thing I thought when I put on Mind Writer.
I just hope I get the hang of it before you see this recording.
in sign language
You're very pretty.
Thanks.
But nothing special.
Nowadays we have it easier than you did.
We can choose our children's features and
microsurgery does the rest.
No wonder people were so ugly a century ago.
Thanks.
What about your teeth?
What about my teeth?
Is it intentional?
Of course, it is.
Why, you don't like them?
No, I like them.
How old are you?
46.
46?
Ooh...
You got a boyfriend?
I think our notion of couples
is not as defined as it was back in your time.
What do you mean?
Well, let's just say that
romantic love has come under a lot more scrutiny.
You were truly slaves to it back then.
We don't suppress much of our love anymore.
Does that hurt?
No.
So what do you do in your spare time?
You're talkative today.
Um, well, since I started working here, not very much, um
I'm a big fan of Mind Writer, almost an addict.
I watch series, I have dinner with my parents.
I meet with my sex group.
Sex group?
I'm lucky, it's very complete.
and I've got good friends there.
Whoa...
It's the world I always dreamed of.
I like you.
If you want, we can have sex some time.
Well, later on, of course.
When your body feels strong enough.
Later on. Of course.
Life.
What can we expect from it?
A body.
A working body.
That tightens and relaxes naturally.
That moves.
A heart that vibrates.
Elastic and strong.
Ready to feel.
Hey, Marc!
Here comes Rebecca.
Hi, Marc.
Wanna go to the school dance with me?
Hey, hey, what about us?
Yeah, don't forget to invite us to the wedding.
Na na, na na, na na...
Make sure to get this flower for you, Marc.
Life.
What do we expect from it?
Certainly not this fragility.
This half speed existence.
We definitely don't expect a medical history
full of afflictions and minor defects.
A propensity for thrombosis.
Numbness in the extremities.
Involuntary movements.
Loss of equilibrium.
Scaling of the skin.
Irritation of conjunctive tissue.
Respiratory insufficiency.
Cardiac insufficiency.
Incontinence.
Impotence.
You don't expect so many limitations so soon.
You never expect this invincible fatigue
which eventually becomes like a fog.
Covering everything.
Marc. Stay with me, stay with me.
Threatening to turn off any light.
- Everything's going to be fine. - Any sound.
...so let me get this straight,
if this is your exhibition,
does that make you the exhibitionist, or what?
you might get in trouble for that.
And if deterioration, fatigue and despair do arrive,
you at least expect to keep your memories.
You guys, there it is!
You see it?
Oh, there it is.
Marc Jarvis.
Mr. Jarvis.
What if your memories were erased as well?
What will become of me now that my memories are fading?
Neurocircuits are functioning even better that we anticipated.
But there is something happening in certain cells in this area here.
Now, we don't know why yet, but they're deteriorating.
It's what caused the apoplexy and it's what's causing the memory loss.
It's very difficult to crack the problem, Marc.
We don't expect greater consequences,
but as far as your memory's concerned,
I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.
I don't mean to trivialize this, but
nowadays, memory loss is not considered a serious problem.
Mind Writer allows us to recover memory with a 100 percent accuracy.
In fact, millions of people all over the world
lead completely normal lives without actually remembering anything.
Could I speak to you for a moment alone?
Sure.
Tell me Marc, what can I do for you?
Nothing.
I just wanted to have a little chat.
I haven't thanked you for everything you've done for me.
You've nothing to thank me for.
Your family?
My kids and um...
My ex-partner.
I'd like to know...
what you think of my progress as a patient.
I wonder what will happen from now on.
If I'll ever move by myself.
If the complications will go away.
If I'll ever be normal.
I'm afraid, you'll never be completely autonomous, Marc.
That machine keeps you alive. It takes care of you.
But you will be able to disconnect yourself from it
for greater periods of time.
You'll never move at the speed and accuracy of a teenager.
And I can't promise you that new complications won't arise.
But with luck,
they won't be any more serious
than those experienced by patients with chronic diseases
or by the elderly.
The elderly?
Marc...
I understand your fear.
But I have to ask you to be strong
and not to let it get the better of you.
And don't you forget, we're all here to support you.
That you're not alone.
Don't you realize the importance of our achievement?
It's a giant step in the history of medicine.
You're that giant step, Marc.
You'd better prepare yourself.
You're gonna be the most famous person on the planet.
I don't know if any of you, maybe some of the oldest,
have seen any films about Jesus Christ.
I remember being struck once by Lazarus' attitude in the
first moments after he was revived by the Messiah.
He looked deeply confused.
Like he knew he was morally corrupt.
As if he hated Jesus for bringing him back to life.
We'll be able to go for walks outside soon, okay?
Short ones.
So your new lungs can start adapting to the air of our time.
- Whoa. - Congratulations.
For he's a jolly good fellow,
Which nobody can deny.
100 days old. Congratulations, Marc.
Can I eat sugar now?
Don't get your hopes up, it's a special cake.
Mmm.
Thank you all.
Sit down, Marc.
Do you remember it?
Yeah.
What in the world is this?
My work.
And photographs.
Photographs of my life.
We'll have them scanned so you can see them on your screen.
Hmm.
Let me tell you the story
of two lovers who were never in sync.
The lovers without a time.
They meet in college.
They're the coolest, the best looking.
A walking pile of hormones.
The machinery is set in motion.
The course of their lives
will never be the same again.
But the timing isn't right for her
because she has a boyfriend
that she doesn't want or perhaps
doesn't know how to break up with.
Yet still, behind her boyfriend's back,
she fools around with him
over the course of several years.
Until she realizes she's in love with him.
And only him.
But now, the timing isn't right for him.
He got tired of waiting for her.
And has overcome his teenage shyness.
He's in his prime.
Meeting tons of girls and getting laid.
All the time.
She suffers for several years as
they continue seeing each other as friends
and occasional lovers.
Meanwhile, he grows tired of his wild ways
and realizes that what
he really wants is to be with her.
And her alone.
But once again, the timing isn't right.
Because she's tired of being emotionally dependent on people.
And has discovered her freedom and the pleasures of being promiscuous.
She feels young again.
Meeting tons of guys.
And getting laid all the time.
He suffers for several years
as they continue seeing each other as friends
and occasional lovers.
And now, it might be sheer habit.
But they're seeing each other more and more.
And his hair starts falling out
and her biological clock kicks into action.
Only for now, still...
Their luck is out.
'Cause he's just been diagnosed with cancer
and is going to die.
She confesses her love and tells him
she'll break it off with her current fling
and take a leave of absence from her job.
Because she wants this last year of his life,
this last year together
to finally be their moment as lovers.
But now isn't the right time either.
Because he's decided to have his body cryonized.
And needs to commit suicide before the disease destroys his body.
Dear Marc,
I've written this letter a thousand times.
I've tried to fill you in on what
happened throughout the years to the people you loved.
But it seems unfair to summarize their lives in a few lines.
Do you want me to read it for you?
Anyway, I'm not writing to tell you about them
but because death is at my doorstep.
The news has come when I'm 50
And although I've conceded to enjoy what little time I have left,
I'm having myself cryonized, too.
Why? I miss you.
That's the simplest explanation I can give.
I never loved anyone like I loved you.
I'd like to see you again
and hold your hand.
And if they can bring us back to life,
surely, they can make me look young and beautiful again, right?
I'll only be a little bit wiser.
Fingers crossed.
See you soon,
Naomi.
Never.
We'll see about that!
Never!
Hey!
Naomi!
Never!
I got a cramp!
What?
What... Oh, my God!
Not in the water!
Stop it!
Not in the water, no!
A large part of the success of your reanimation was due to the fact
that you interrupted your life while still in very good physical shape.
That's why you were selected.
There they are.
You spent a while here too, you know.
What will happen to them?
Well, it's hard to say.
Apart from the medical risks involved in each individual case,
the time and resources required for reanimation are still quite high.
Consider that we'd have to create
organs and specific technology for each one of them.
Like we did with you.
And an enormous team of humans would have to be mobilized.
Then most of these people will never be reanimated?
Reviving cryonized people are so expensive at the moment
that someone would have to have a special interest in them.
And be willing to pay for it.
This is it.
This is what you wanted to see.
Here is Naomi.
We put her back in the capsule after we performed the cell scan.
I'm afraid her organism is in worse condition than yours was, Marc.
Her disease had caused considerable damage when she died.
And it took too long to properly cryonize her.
So...
It's too risky.
We could be exposing her to some very serious after effects.
- The previous experiences were... - I promise.
I promise you, we will study the case carefully.
I don't want you to get your hopes up, Marc.
Would things have turned out any differently if I'd lived longer?
Could my relationship with Naomi have been any different?
What was it?
Where did it come from?
The need to constantly be seeking
some unknown source of fulfillment.
The hunger for experiences in life
that always made me wanna be everywhere
except where I actually was.
Life seemed like it was always just around the corner.
Or in some brief moment passed that only remained in memory.
Never here.
Never now.
It was a promise always perceived intuitively.
In a scent.
In a glance.
In the vague feelings caused by nostalgia.
In the touch of a body that reminds us of the person we love.
Why then, not simply in the touch of the person we love?
What are you gonna do in the 22nd century?
Open a funky little advertising boutique?
Suppose they actually bring you back to life,
What are you going to do...
years and years from now?
Getting old.
All alone.
You'll die heartbroken!
I said I would give you this time.
Is that worth nothing to you?
You have no right.
Your life does not belong to you alone.
Who the fuck is gonna care about you in the future?
More than the people that care about you, and love you right now?
Who's ever gonna care about you more than me?
There'll be other people to love.
Other people will care about me.
Ugh, you fucker!
You fucker, no, no!
God! You fucking asshole! No!
Hey.
You're wrong.
Life is...
Finding harmony in life is too difficult.
It's too fragile.
You think I'm gonna be able to find it in another place, another time?
Are you really sure about this?
Those all for me?
Mark, what are you doing here?
Are you okay?
There's so many, it'd be easy to make a mistake.
Others maybe, not me.
Come sit down.
Elizabeth, do you know anything about
the experiences previous to my reanimation?
Experiences?
I was wondering how many rehearsals they need.
How many doubts they have to resolve
before they reanimate someone.
Must be a very long process.
You mean other people before you?
Exactly.
I don't know.
I hadn't thought about it.
You know, everybody here signed a confidentiality agreement.
Is this about Naomi?
Someday, they'll overcome all of these difficulties.
And you'll be able to be together again, just like before.
It's only a matter of time.
Okay?
I'm gonna finish my walk.
Wait, I'll go with you.
No, no, really.
There's no need.
Will you really be okay?
Yeah.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
His anxiety isn't going away.
He seems more...
Detached.
And some of his behavior is similar to the first week's.
How accurate would you say these memories are?
80 percent. I recorded them almost immediately.
Well, clearly we've been unable to halt the depersonalization process.
Do you think neural damage might be spreading?
Oh, no. He's only just recently informed of Naomi.
So it's normal for him to feel confused.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves and
mistake this for something that it's not.
I don't know, I'm afraid there's something we're incapable of seeing.
His mind is always... way ahead of...
I, I'm just afraid of what he might think.
Do you have a suggestion to make?
I say we get him outta here.
Let him see the world and forget himself for a little while.
It's still too soon, Elizabeth.
His organism is still very fragile.
You know his lungs are still not ready.
Besides, things on the outside are still too hot
because of the rumors about our experiments.
More protests have been announced.
It's too risky to let Marc out
before we've presented the project to the media.
I'll up the dosages of all anticonvulsants and tranquilizers.
What do you think?
We might have to reduce the disconnections.
And be on the lookout for possible respiratory depression.
What about being straight with him?
It might help him.
You know, let's explain to him that his neurons aren't dying
and his memories aren't being erased for no reason.
That we do know the cause.
Let's explain to him that he's boycotting himself.
Elizabeth, even if Marc were able to understand,
he wouldn't be prepared to take control.
And the process might even accelerate if you attempted
to throw in the towel and give up altogether.
That's not the real issue here.
Marc's decision is what matters.
He isn't here by chance.
He chose to stop living so he could have another life.
Well, he certainly feels very guilty about Naomi.
No wonder.
He sacrificed a remarkable woman for an inadequate dream.
Marc is an adult
who made his own decisions and has to live with the consequences.
He'll get over it... in due time.
Elizabeth...
There's no need to tackle it all by yourself.
You mustn't.
It's important you don't transmit this uneasiness to Marc.
If you need a rest, please tell us.
I need you happy.
The bosses gave me permission.
We can have sex now.
But softly.
So...
This pill is so you can maintain erection.
And this is a desire stimulant. One for each of us.
Everybody uses them. I always take them.
They increase desire quickly and without side effects.
Are you all right?
I'm sorry.
I'm still hurt.
It's okay.
Before I died, I thought there was nothing after death.
Now, I'm sure.
Why do we yearn so desperately for life after death?
I did a reset, but they're not responding...
What is it that we want?
Okay, I'm coming.
Perhaps reward for our grief.
Or punishment for our sins.
No.
What we really expect to find is what we already know.
What we once had...
And lost.
If there was something...
We would turn it into more of the same.
The same chaos and the same beauty.
The same reward for the same effort.
The same tale by the same idiot.
If there was something...
It will probably be purgatory.
Allow me to show you what it might look like.
- No! - We're here.
Come on!
- Aah! - What happened?
We don't know.
Alex, back off, please.
Easy, easy. Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
Easy. Easy.
That's it, lie down.
Take a rest.
- No, no, no, no, my God! - Relax, relax.
Introduce mixture.
250.
He's not responding!
He doesn't respond to Mother.
What's going on here? He was fine a minute ago!
Hold him! Hold him down!
Give me an I.M.! Give me an I.M.!
- He's all right. - Put him back to bed.
Alright, get him back up here, c'mon! Let's plug him back in.
He still doesn't respond. I can't get him to respond.
Take it easy. Everything will be all right.
Is there something you want, Lazarus?
Easy, shh...
Shh...
It's okay.
We're here with you.
- Strap him down! Strap him down! - Get him out of me!
- Ah! - No, no, no, Oh my God! No!
Oh, my God, Lazarus! What have you done?
Very good.
Keep going.
You can do it.
Concentrate. Right foot.
You can do it.
Okay, follow my finger.
Alright, blink once if you can hear me.
Please follow my finger.
Thank you.
Yes.
Tonight will most certainly go down in history.
And all of you with it.
'Cause we have done it.
The journey has been replete with prejudice,
legal barriers,
doubts and sacrifice.
But we overcame.
We have made possible the dream
long held by humanity,
in his struggle against disease and time.
And we couldn't have done it without you...
Our investors, stockholders, allies, collaborators...
Scratch that.
Without you, we couldn't even have begun to dream.
- That is why tonight... - How are you?
The painkillers should have taken effect by now.
Not only does this day position Prodigy as a leader in our field...
And you will be compensated for your generosity and boldness.
But most importantly, because of what our advancements mean for humanity.
Because we will prevail.
It's time. Please.
That is why I want you to be the first to see him...
speak to him, to touch and feel.
Believe me, he is worthy of admiration.
Without his courage, determination,
and patience in the face of many setbacks,
the miracle would not have been possible.
Music!
Lazarus...
Come forth!
Ladies and gentlemen,
after nearly a century deceased,
Marc Jarvis,
the first human being ever resurrected!
Hello.
I'm very happy to be alive.
Please, forgive him. He appears to be frozen again.
You'd better take a seat, Marc.
Because what I'm about to say will knock your socks off.
You see, in his past life, Marc had a great love.
A love cut short by illness and death.
Her name was Naomi.
And Naomi, having missed Marc, for the rest of her life,
decided that she, too, would have herself cryonized.
Of course, here at Prodigy,
we couldn't let their story go unfinished.
So, we're gonna do it.
Naomi Keller will be the second human being ever resurrected.
Don't worry, we won't be asking you to take out your wallets.
You'll gladly hand them to us.
Because the future of medicine is in our hands.
Because immortality...
is only a question of time.
Marc.
Why did you leave without saying anything?
We wanted to share your big night with you.
You know, I wonder who's really the monster.
Me, for what I am, or you, for what you've done.
Who said anything about monsters, Marc?
I did.
I suppose, you've seen the recordings.
You could've closed the file cabinets, so I wouldn't notice.
Listen,
not a single day goes by, not a single moment
that I don't remember those people.
I recite their names to myself every morning.
At first, I was so tortured by each failed reanimation,
that it made me wanna quit the project.
I'd prepared my resignation over and over again.
But at the same time,
each failed attempt brought us closer to our goal.
Every time, it made more and more sense to try again.
Did you think reanimating you would be the result of some miracle?
The suffering of those people became a living hell for me.
I couldn't sleep anymore.
I lost my family when they found out about it.
But that was the risk I had to take to get as far as we have.
To bring you back to life, Marc.
Do you still not see how important it is?
I can't stop you from talking about what you saw in those recordings.
I won't.
But Prodigy's standing is very fragile at the moment.
And if you talk about it, Project Lazarus will go bankrupt.
That's the bottom line, Marc.
The failed reanimations are my responsibility
and I have to live with that.
But you have another responsibility as the key to the project.
You get to decide whether or not humanity will ever
have a chance to benefit from it.
Were they part of humanity?
Maybe not to you people.
Maybe they're out-of-date humanity, or second-rate humanity.
You know, I don't believe you.
I don't believe you ever really cared about their pain.
Do you care?
Do you really care about my pain?
Of course, I do!
I have done everything I can to treat you and ease your pain.
I can't give you a better life than the one I already have.
And you know what?
Maybe that's the part you can't take.
That the life I gave you isn't the one you were expecting.
You wanted paradise for a few thousand dollars,
and I only gave you the life you already have,
with all its defects and all its limitations.
I might have a body that's loaded with defects,
but I noticed I'm pretty strong.
I know.
I created your muscles.
And I see you people from the outside, and I don't... I don't care about you.
And I don't care if you live or die.
It'd be very easy to cross the line and take revenge.
But you haven't got the guts.
I crossed the line and Project Lazarus is all I have left.
If you cross it, you'll be left with nothing.
Drink this.
It will make you feel better.
I'm sorry, Marc.
I'm sorry that I'm the least capable of all people
to relieve you of your loneliness.
But she's so young for you!
- Hey, Jeffrey! - What? Yo!
Can a man be alive only in his mind?
Live only based on memories?
I can't forget
the life we've had
or the love we shared
the tenderness
How could I love
anyone else
if i was born again?
God, I've missed you.
How are you?
I'm fine.
How are you?
I'm great. Everybody came.
I'm happy.
Everything's going like I wanted.
You are the only thing missing.
I'm here. I'm here.
Hey, you know?
I've been thinking a lot about us
And I think, despite everything...
Ours was one hell of a love story.
It is one hell of a love story.
Let's join the party.
Wait, Marc.
I'll do it.
I'm... I'm gonna be with you when it happens.
Your heart is made of gold
How could I love you through someone else?
Thank you, Naomi.
Look to the streets, watching your feet,
as they slowly walk away,
sunlight guides you to the corner.
Pull over please, my mistery,
there's something I need to say
why don't you choose this time to stay.
A little after midnight,
Don't steal my man. Don't you steal him! He's mine!
you seem so far away from home.
I've got ganas to besarte,
but has to alejarme,
here we go again.
Look to the streets watching your feet,
as they slowly walk away,
sunlight guides you to the corner.
Pull over please, my mistery,
there's something I need to say
why don´t you choose this time to stay.
Marc, Marc, Marc, Marc!
Naomi, Naomi, Naomi, Naomi!
donde nos lleven los pies
(oh yeeeee)
And I'm waiting for this moment,
come again.
(oh yeeeee)
ĄDale!
Se viene, se viene, se viene y se va.
Could I live in the past,
going over and over it with Mind Writer,
filling it in,
polishing it,
making things up,
until it reaches perfection?
I love you.
I don't know.
There's only one thing I can see clearly now.
Life is nothing more than a state of matter,
like a gas or a liquid,
a form of molecular organization,
and there's nothing transcendent or divine about it.
Its only objective is to perpetuate itself through motion,
change, adaptation.
Life isn't worried about any species, much less any individual.
We're nothing more than the chunks of mud it uses as a vehicle.
Life is what's scary, not death.
That it's always on the verge of extinction.
That it exists wherever it shouldn't.
And the soul, you may ask.
What about the soul?
Well, maybe the soul is the bit that gets lost when you freeze the meat
and then thawed out again.
Hi, Elizabeth.
Hi, Marc.
- How are you. - Fine.
I'm fine.
We'll have to get you back to the room and connect you.
It's been a long night.
- Are you okay? - Sure.
The Naomi announcement is big news.
Her being here will make you feel better, you'll see.
Less alone.
What about you? Won't you feel alone?
Didn't you feel more alone tonight?
I love both of you.
I can't wait to meet Naomi. I'm sure we'll get along great.
There's been enough guinea pigs already, don't you think?
Marc, they're not going to reanimate her if they're not sure about it.
I don't even wanna imagine Naomi
feeling like she's trapped in someone else's body.
Someone else's life.
- That's your fear talking right now. - Fear again, huh?
You know...
There's something I haven't told you about my past life.
I never talked to you about the day I died.
Naomi was with me.
Picked a day and everything was ready.
We'd say goodbye to each other.
And at the last moment, right before I was about to drink the poison
that would stop my heart from beating,
I realized that the last few months had somehow been the best of my life.
Squeezing every drop out of each moment in a way that I never have before.
The happiness and the pain. Everything was connected.
But I had second thoughts at that moment.
I thought about putting it off.
Living life to the fullest. As long as my disease would let me.
But, no.
Because the happiness I felt was only possible
because I decided to kill myself.
Suicide was my way of fighting the arbitrariness of cancer.
The only way to avoid the agony.
And the uncertainty of when death would finally arrive.
The cryonization, it gave me hope.
It gave me the faith I didn't have to die peacefully.
You know, the truth is, I never really thought I would be reanimated.
But doing what I did, it gave me a program to follow.
It restored a certain order to things.
It gave me back control over my life.
Finally, I had accepted the idea of dying.
I realized that was what mattered,
that things were fine as they were.
So, I drank the poison.
The fear is gone.
And right now, too, things are fine as they are.
You know, living again was worth it.
'Cause I met you.
That's been the best part.
For me too, Marc.
Then, will you help me?
Of course, I will.
All I need is the name of the product and the necessary dosage.
My job is to assist you in life, not to help you end it.
You're the only one I can turn to, Elizabeth.
Why? Why should I help you?
'Cause you've seen everything I have.
'Cause you understand what I feel better than you'd like.
Because I need for all of this to mean something.
Because I'm all alone.
Because you love me.
The plan is simple.
In the next few days, I'll follow the advice of my doctors.
And record my remaining memories.
But for you, not me.
I'll relive my memories for the last time.
I'll wait until the weekend.
Would you like to join us?
Oxycrone.
Remember.
Two calls.
Yes.
First the cyronics lab and one to 911.
And cardiac...
Cardiac massage.
- Gently. - Right.
Don't wake me up again.
'kay.
We got it.
Where you want the books?
And this right here, is the best part.
My... What?
- Fuck you! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude! Dude!
And, you, know.
- Then. - Whoa.
I dare you guys to jump today.
No.
Your mama's so fat, when she sat on a rainbow, it turned into Skittles.
Wait for me in... the water!
Poor Dr. West.
Lazarus wants to return to obscurity.
He was right.
Just like I wasn't ready to die, I wasn't ready to live like this, either.
Like most people from my time,
I can't accept anything less than the young, free and sensual world
of the advertising Olympus I'd grown accustomed to.
The frozen shop window existence.
A heaven for skeptics.
Therefore, ladies and gentlemen of the future...
I hope this will help to clarify my final wish
To be nothing again.
To disappear.
To finally rest in peace.
Although, I have a suspicion.
It's possible that you might never see this recording.
It's possible that Prodigy Health Corporation,
after investing so much into Project Lazarus,
after putting so much time into me, might not permit this failure.
We found you just in time, we managed to recover your organism.
You are one very lucky young man.
Please, forgive us. How insolent of us.
We should have been more understanding.
But trust me, we won't let you feel discouraged again.
You'll recover your will to live.
Heartrate and blood pressure rising.
Increase solution to 180. Activate cardiac assistance.
Activating. 180. Oxygen dropping.
- Intracranial hypertension. - Dilute and maintain ventilation.