Suicide can't help
Death's mystery frightens me
Nothing can stop it
Lloyd woke with a startle. Men in white lab coats with clipboards crowded over him. The smell of sterile air filled his nostrils as his eyes adjusted to the surgical lights.
Lloyd instinctively rubbed his left arm to relieve a pain that was not there, and asked, "Where am I? What's going on?"
"You've been dead 30 years. You died of a cardiac arrest; it looks like the memory deletion worked, which is good, for you would have woken up thinking you were in the midst of a heart attack. You're lucky our project got ahold of your body soon after you died. Tell me, how does it feel to be alive again?"
"I guess it feels good. Nothing to tell, really. I was walking on the sidewalk downtown near the Mary Tyler Moore statue, and then I woke up here. Why are my arms tied down?"
"Regulations required us to ensure that when revived, you were safe and not traumatized. Fortunately, we'll be able to continue our experiments." He turned to the technician on his right. "We'll start with taking away his ability to form any new memories, and then proceed to take away the memories he has." Turning back to Lloyd he leveled, "If the complete memory backup works as we hope, we might be able restore them and let you continue your life when we are done with our experiments. If it doesn't work, then this is farewell." Meeting the eyes of the doctor across the table he directed, "Administer the sedative."
"I don't want to d--!", Lloyd started, as blackness seeped into his mind.