Frozen

'Why me?' I ask
waking 500 years in the future
being told by a man in a white coat
I have been cryongenically frozen

chosen as the one person to represent the twenty-first century.
'But you could have chosen a president or scientist
or film star' I say
'I don't understand. I just work in an office.'

'Oh' the man says, turning to his colleague.
'There may have been a mistake'
and there is an akward silence in the hovercar
on the way back to his cottage.