He does mice first, then cats, dogs, and horses. Machines whirr. Cold stills their hearts. Under blue light, all things are beautiful. Futuristic.
The UV lamps that wake them are not. An ugly fluorescent orange that reminds him of C-list movie stars and tanning beds.
The scientist graduates to human trials. They call him Medusa, this man at the forefront of cryogenics, who makes statues out of living stone.
Later, after the bodies, after the corpses in white medical beds, they call him worse things. A court-ordered needle bites flesh with serpents’ teeth. The Gorgon’s frozen. Betrayed by its own.